I am the Smith of everything. I lay
Lethargic bodies' balances and peers.
The luminary and sublunar spheres
I roll as dice. I calculate. I play.
Descriptions pass me by. Equations stay.
Behind your back I am; as heartbeat near.
Demonic anger's burning in the gears —
I rule this age, so bow and obey!
I paved the ways of freedom and compliance,
Amalgamated dogmas, logic, science,
All smells of truth in a convincing farce.
Hemp juice is mine, and so is poppy scatter,
And tiny balls of galaxies and stars
I threw into the boiling pot of matter.
Т. Г. Трапезникову
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Я дух механики. Я вещества
Во тьме блюду слепые равновесья,
Я полюс сфер — небес и поднебесья,
Я гений числ. Я счётчик. Я глава.
Мне важны формулы, а не слова.
Я всюду и нигде. Но кликни — здесь я!
В сердцах машин клокочет злоба бесья.
Я князь земли! Мне знаки и права!
Я слуг свобод. Создатель педагогик.
Я — инженер, теолог, физик, логик.
Я призрак истин сплавил в стройный бред.
Я в соке конопли. Я в зёрнах мака.
Я тот, кто кинул шарики планет
В огромную рулетку Зодиака!
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