Let me die in peace and swallow silence,
Let me be the cream of coffin cake.
I have reached the light without the guidance
On becoming deeper than my ache.
I have boded the uprush of science
Sorcerers would only dream to make.
On the solid ground of my reliance
Slowly grew a silty sorrow lake.
Seeing stars will merge with deadly darkness,
Tulips will unwrap the bloom no more...
Knowledge is the attribute of rightness.
Peace is not the attribute of lore.
On the day of penetrating brightness
Comes the starving penetrating bore.
Let me Die in Peace and Swallow Silence
© Copyright: Лизаветка Егорова, 2023
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