A Random-Free World
The chaos of the Universe somehow includes
a random-free, secure, well-engineered world
with all its vital stuff: TV set, frozen foods,
a five-day working week. Ships sold for scrap, sails furled,
discoverers retired, stargazers fired. The Moon
draws only freaks. They say, the Universe gets cold
but, thankfully, we have a central heating. Soon
we go on holiday. We will be not too old
when we pay our loans in full. Blessed are the poor
in spirit for they shall inherit universe
where nothing happens:
nor surprise,
nor force majeure,
nor accident,
nor luck,
nor miracle,
nor verse...
P.S.: I'm kidding. Under this blue sky
we can be only sure that we will die.
07.07.2019
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