Lavender fields reaches the horizon.
There's a sea of ;;bees, the Insects Ocean above them.
The beauty, you might call her Amelie, cooks chocolate
in the house whitewashed with lime,
in which the spirits of sweet life settled long ago.
The old hairy dwarf sleeps in the cellar in the afternoon.
At night he works as a watchman.
And our job is very simple - we live:
cats, aliens, magicians,
whales, dolphins, octopuses.
And we all,
however,
combined into one
Ecumenical Brotherhood.
We send love
from heart to heart.
We live.
We weave neural networks:
on the island of Bikini, on the Farm Mikhailivsky
or in New York City.
- Teacher, whatever we call it: the Matrix, Maya, Sannikov's Land
the essence does not change. We know we know nothing.
Our world is a huge vivarium.
- It's not so huge.
- I'm not about size.
- And I'm not talking about that.
- I'm tired of this role of a blind kitten.
- Choose another one.
- Do we have a choice?
- There's always a choice and a way out.
- So what should I do?
- Live.
10.07 16/05 2021
© Valentin Luchenko, 2021