Quercus macrolepis

Non-existent World

That, which is argued for centuries,
There, where answer is found,
All is the world, where a human doomed to death
Can’t find himself
The whole universe being
Is the universe dust kept in centuries.
We don’t notice how
We doom everything to ashes.
Fool’s tread has no borders
He erases them
He calls himself falsely
And boasts of the rightless right
What will we leave on the Earth?
- Trace of burning darkness,
Bones, keeping the secret,
Moment, when we’ve doomed ourselves
And where no arguing will be
Where no answer will be found
There is a world, we didn’t save