Existentia is my preferencia
Wiped out lay my creed.
Here growth the sweetest weed.
Had I known the past,
I wouldn’t stand the blast!
Camus came crying, craving:
All conscience ate the Raven!
And leaves of grass I tear
So that they’ll call me Lear!
But in exempli gratis,
My soul is not of mantis.
Behold the largest Nothing –
Betwixt its innings passing –
Admit Her presence!
Existentia is my preferencia
© Copyright: Алексей Ешцин, 2009
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