Last thirty minutes looking at the crowd
I'm like a ghost, like a little scout
Last three days behaving like an idea's haze
Like in the middle of the street in a semi-phase
Looking in the void I see just dots of moments
Not enough alive, but live like deadly poets
The Here-now exists too long, like neverending
Too fast and also slow, like ugly ragtime setting
The Here-now was... perfect, like a flame
It's hidden now, it's like a painful game
Total elapsed. I ought to find my train
And find a way, how not to be insane.
Forever – stupid fraud
Someday is “hype of doupt”
Once – just a shaky solace
For poor dole of grace
Just drawing the last trace -
I will never see you face
The Here-now was
© Copyright: Леди Чертовка, 2014
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