воскресенье, 28 октября 2012 г.

A strange train


Our life is a desert
where the train runs.
The
unseen
stranger
drives
the train
we are all shut up
in the cars
which are made
by iron.
Someone
has drives
us
in the luggage van
taught
numerous false plays
cast
our roles.
Then
he
has stolen
eternal sparks
from
the distant towers
of
our memory.
We are disjoined
from
our commencement
playing
our senseless games.
We
have invented
new enjoyments
and
repeat
motions
like puppets.
We have lost
energy
and
can’t cross
galaxies
like the cosmic
immortal
light.
Therefore
we trifle with our life
strutting
in the circle.
with blind eyes
We are being taken
by the fast train
and
we are the slaves
of
our fate
made
by
the
unseen
man.
the last station
Is approaching.
No man knows
his fate
in that world.
Most of the passengers
may receive
only
demolished
and
vacant
flats….
Countless slayers
wait
for us
to
seize
our tickets
without permission,
and
the blank train
returns
fast
to the station
to bring
a new freight.
Nobody knows the whole truth.
What happened
or
will happen
except
for the man
who
has traveled
without a role.

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