Sometimes it seems to him - he’s not flying
between the Heaven, the Earth, the Underworld,
gathering the souls lost the way.
What a wonderful moment to lay upon a cloud, doing nothing!
The heart, like a metronome had showered by the seconds
the White’n’Black wheel of Eternity.
It’s boring listen to the wounded bird shout,
Which has got stuck between spokes of that wheel.
Joker, having removed a cap, suddenly became the preacher.