When I am “Here”

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When I am " Here "

 

When I am " Here " , surface is " Somebody "

And nothing could affect my sparkling day.

I wouldn't compare myself with anybody

Or with myself from any " Yesterday "

 

There is no actual pleasure and no pain.

The Silence is my only Coliseum.

And local superstitious rowdy chain

I keep in anthropology museum.

 

Shell is the form. Shell is the laconism.

Shell is the naked freedom of Socratic Ellyn.

And dance of words in the carcass of rhythm

Has sense when it is only more compelling.

 

I doubt the phrase - " the quality of thoughts " .

It's just a phrase, imperative for ego.

The real clarity exists without quotes

And real me exist beyond the ego.

 

Each cell has its awareness and course

I am just the conductor of detectors,

With a chance to see how a thinking universe

Observes itself through some of my receptors.

 

© Leonid Rozumenko 2004

 

Love to all,

 

Leo