Precious box
A precious box of cosmic bytes,
who could divide the unseen wisdom?
By opening a narrow window
we enter the sky to be in flight.
The Unity– a secret sphere,
the source of Universe genetic,
the rhyme extent of its pathetic.
The Resurrection – our era!
I had repeated the names of nimbus–
like surras in the Holly Hadji–
the names of God on the heavenly Olympus,
in the darkness of typology.
The destiny like fire spindle,
a model of the unreasonable fate,
a new millennium debate:
The Way for Universal Signal.
The names of God –Love, Freedom, Nature,
the rest are in your hands, dispatcher!
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