September 16th, 2012


G.Margovsky The Inventor.

Forswear the duels. Grasp an inspiration,

Emblazing us by salvatory spark.

And leave a genius upon some calculation,

With all his sweat, remaining in the dark.

Then drawing all your axes on your mission,

As th’ axis of the foil crossing another one  

Have only pure dreams to twist cognition -

All other let decisively be gone!

Though with the years when growing more submissive

You will assert: as stars unnumbered are

Thus chances of epiphanies increase if

Conditions change and Time became bizarre.

Back to your sheath, the blade! And let the Hero,

Not slashing anymore, to slam his data list.

All versions of that Being are close to zero

Comparing with the chance not to exist.

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