Whether it's cold
In the dark and mysterious space?
Are there ruins of all humen thrones?
Are they made of its body?
Whether I'll feel
Gentle light laying down on my face?
Light will vanish the dust from my bones
While caressing me slightly.
I'll be alone
When the world will collapse into ashes.
Time will carefully borrow the life
In the tombs of the mortal.
I will brake free
From the past in the lifeseeking dash.
In the waters of wisdom I'll dive.
Lifeless sea the flow goes to.
Silence I hear
Bares the voices of elders of mine.
We are talking about past and done
And the fate of immortals.
Human I was
Is an insect in overman's shine.
He's my aim and the journey's begun.
And it leads like a pharos.
Overman
© Copyright: Николай Курочицкий, 2016
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