Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

Night Of Brahma - Poem by Slava Olchevski

I saw myself in a casket
Just face and hands, from the side
Everything else was hidden
Draped in a very bright white

It looked like I was just sleeping
And sleeping I was, indeed
For forty point three billion years
That Brahma - creator, decreed

No present, no past, no future
The world has not yet been born
And sleeping inside my body
Is a single kernel of corn.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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