# Гамлет

Сергей Л Кэнский

Despondent


I'm stunned, I'm stupid. Stupefied.

Futility of future

-- what's more needed

To understand one's smallness and one's lie?

The lie by nobody heeded.


The insect squashed between my fingers -

an I not the same?

To whom'd I pray, and how, and what about?

The graveyard moss, the rotten bones - insane

Bun only truth. Ill logic paramount.


By day the world is flat, by night it's full of death.

Be daytime death. And fake -

as if I'm not alone.

My sins, my feelings, people who I'm to guess

But know not. And death in all again - like tinge, like drone.


If such is life - what is the sense to live?

For fear only?

Well---there are sometimes

The beauty, elevation... Well. But if we have to leave

All this - than better look at it with open eyes.


To be? Oh, not to be!