"Записки Безымянного [поэзия]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)

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I've come to this for now at last - All past no more than a dust With dead ideals full of rust Now blown away with fresh wind's gust. I am much older that I seem, No more than a chip in stream, I am no body and no mind … The day they die - I'll live behind. I am the many, and still one, All these "me"s look just so fun, And day by day they passing by ... It is all me - and still not I. I have no wings - thus cannot fly, There are no means to make a try, And still I say - the heavens' mine, In own dreams I soar just fine. But what I do - I do for me, It is myself whom I make free, It's only I who sees the change And all the rest may find it strange. And in the way to consciousness skies I have been given one small prize Which is a key to final cage - This given word will free the sage. It is a weapon, this word's blade, From ore of stars it has been made, And though this gift may not be perfect - It is a wonderful side effect...