Optron #41 19 ноября 2000

Poems - "Choice".

                  Selection

          (We are free to choose

       but not free to choose ...)


  {} Protein, 2000


              ... And no, it happens

              that everything was as it was.

                           Mikhail Bulgakov.

                    The Master and Margarita


  Where to go? And where is now my home?

  Exile protracted childhood

  I stayed recently at the bank under glass

  Not thinking that he inherited

  Kick in the pants of their own destiny

  And a handful of doubt on the road

  Empty cell dead dreams

  And the pride that is always out of step

  With a crowd of sulfur, brimstone river -

  And hard to row against the tide ...

  But it is better to believe that swim home -

  Then the struggle is not entertainment;

  Then the struggle becomes destiny

  The only pathway to your home.

  And let the road - the eternal choice of yours,

  Cozy shelter needed by anyone.

  Once again, the drifter, persecute you yourself

  Door to door, to a new threshold.

  But tomorrow, dawn will rise again -

  A homeless dog, time for you to the road.


                      September 1998