Vitaly Dmitriev. (№ 273792)

Poems, if they do not dissemble
in the name of absurd ideas -
attempt at least something to fix
the iniquity of his life.
Poetry is, in principle, a miracle.
This is not much of this.
And who dictates? Where?
-What do you care?
After all, if you're even a mediator
absorbing a small part,
somewhere there is the source,
you do not give the abyss.