Sergey Zemtsov. Each New Day Of Stress Poem by Sergey Zemtsov

Each new day of stress
Put the blank in a text
Of the book, which
I am in a hurry to write.

Feeling myself as
A child forgotten by mama
In the world of Earth,
In the Thin world,

I am contemplating the drama:
There is temptation in this world
To become a Czar
Leaving after all
His pyramid,
Or to rest as a joker
Keeping hidden thought
That all world is just punk
And the vanity's end
One can achieve
At a cemetery yard,
Or to be fill up servant
Living behind to the offsprings
Just the set of the grandsons
In the family album
Surrounding your own person,
Or to be the scientifician
Leaving academicians and professors
With deductions of your own
Which need more hot applause,
But no one wishes
To become Holy one...

The celestial world and terrestrial one
Are become really parallel
Only at nightdream.
The sinful soul of mine to forgive
And to have a mercy upon me
You, my Lord.
Thank You, Lord,
For minutes of illumination
While it is so clear to me
That this moment is fragment
Of future cosmogonies.
Thank You, Lord,
That you are leaving me something
That is really of my own.