Does it really we are all
can to live in that tinniest dot
so fragile and miserable
under the majestic brim of Saturn?
Then why we not fed up and exhausted
with beating, threating and killing each other’s, my God?
With that bipolar world
of our divided for East and West
and viscerally hated each other
humankind?
How we hope
go on through the Great Filter
with so extremely tittering
explicitly and implicitly,
outside and inside,
up and down,
on right and left,
making jolly dances and twists
on the very edge of existing?
To a blue dot under the brim of Saturn
© Copyright: Замир Осоров, 2019
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