Galaxy Scroll of My Head

Who are we? Whats outside? What is inside? How many worlds are there in each? How does all this fit into us?
Poet Vadim Lavrinenko devoted a poem of this work: Life has already passed half? Only the judity is in mind ... at night, when everything is so innocent, the space writes the strange paintings, the secrets are not leaving for later, the world is slightly visible canvas ... I dont know, someone sees it? Maybe everyone is sleeping ... only unknown poets with sadness in the starry ocean look. There, inside the galaxies of dying sudden, (space is unnewned and great) in the sky there is a wonderful stranger of the interplanetary face ... The surroundings of the heavenly bodies are those outlines so skillfully woven someone in them, in them and the most distant Stars shiny, and the highlight of the beautiful-moon ... are not even always not always noticeable, elegant features, her hair carry comets, blossoming bright tails. So incredibly the feeling that sometimes it is difficult and breathe, then the heavenly strength prosperity, the whole figure of a slender decoration: black holes wells, the Milky Way ... How is all mysterious however, night, Merzian Light, Silence ... Flaka Entity in the signs of the zodiac, between the constellations is distributed ... The highest mind has a taste to connect to the canvas, the leopard takes the beads to a soaring thread in the space ... Suitable, successfully, time, as a substance, despay, he is elegantly shelters the fur in the most beautiful of the virgins ... Well, while that in the sky, he reigns, and the worlds piercing, night, walks his smile to all poets, does not go away ... but not forever, everything is already light ... The day changes the night of the plan of schemes ... The maid-stranger smoothly melts, disappearing, maybe quite ...
08/29/2024