Филипп Вейс - Метафора
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The fingers of the builders
We lay down on the keys of the step
The light of monitors
Like a diogenes lantern:
There is still no person in the world! -
Metaphor of the century ... pathos of the century ...

History strangles us
Rings of your body,
The spiral broke
And, apparently, this is the matter:
Today the bullet sings, - I am looking for a person! -
Metaphor of the century ... rock of the century ...

Favorite teeth
and at the same time loving women,
Slide over the body
In search of convenient cracks:
This is a portrait, but there is no man! -
Metaphor of the century ... Love of the century ...

But something should
Finally, reconcile all this.
Deceived spring
Inevitably sinking into oblivion:
Live is good, where there is no person! -
Metaphor of the century ... The death of the century ...

And the image is farther
From the thing that has generated it,
Billions of souls, but
Among them, not a single belief lives:
To die, born - the fate of a person! -
Metaphor of the century ... The essence of the century ...