Going nowhere

< Patri



It is not known how many years will pass from the moment of the day.
As a second run through dreams, thoughts disappear.
All we had died in the "no words", Naguib rhyme,
But tryasёm web of yesterday's "not yourself", "do not you».

Cats rub on the legs, we lose the sense at the moment,
And whiny sigh, to the fate of bending hands,
We are afraid of the phantom - die from the terrible boredom,
Without support in the ground, we will strive hard up.

This belief in nothing, with the algorithms of the names,
We are losing a goal again entangled in their shadows,
And going nowhere, reading all the sites and genes,
"Everything is absurd," - he said to me today, maple.