One thinks, that Art must be about love,
Relations between people,
But no - It is about Time
And man, what Time is doing with him.
I had a dream – all poetry to spread
In undeground by booklets, everywhere
So to make people Language servants -
Which has the synonym of God been for me always.
And it is Language, which a person moves so far.
It gives to conciseness the highest speed.
Out of Evil it is saving us.
Don’t lie, don’t kill is the command of it.