Be brave Mister Time – I’m recalling the Future.
You come without Hope to assure our Glory and Fame.
My Life’s overstitched with continuous sutures,
my lame Right-Believes are just following rules in Death’s Game.

Heart’s Squeeze is beleaguered by infinite Fears,
can’t find any clothes for Truth and for Soul to sustain.
The Verve tends to shrink, when you hasten with years.
I strive to prolong your awareness by Newborn-Refrain.

Cold-staggering Universe’s bogus and silent.
It’s wrapped like a candy and ready for being revealed.
God’s marking with Cross (instead signature) Die-Land.
You are always prompt – my recall will be shortly concealed.

28 June 2007

Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko