The Inside's Lot Poem by Vladislav Martynovitch

The Inside's Lot
The Inside's high and Outside so deep:
Refrain from Might obscure and rejoice
The Innocence of subtle inner Voice
That works like flaming and inspiring Leap.

Thus is the Potence - grow up, expand
Its Branches down to Earth and Roots upwards:
Their Fruits emerge so that the Blossom rose,
The Past by Future fed - to Silent be demand.

And Core of Cover having found, do not
It implement for any blasting Sound:
For in its Straightness Angles are washed around…
Your Wings are stretched - to you is given Lot…