Redeem The Obscene Poem by ivan kireevskii

we sit atop
a boundless sphere
the center everywhere
the circumference of
nowhere

here are the prophets
just as you imagined
extracting the sun
building your house
from the roof to the ground

you explore
with presumption
perplexed and appalled
the infinitely vast
and the infinitely small

invisible laws
and unanswered prayers
endless space
matter attracting matter
and inverse squares

i lay helpless and sleepless
in this spectral sea
plotting equations
measuring forces
and magnitudes

peering inside
a land of mysteries…
continents assembled
constellations dissipate
an ocean of truth stands naked

don't pretend
you're here with consent
that life has been given
this is your quest…
the thorns have been planted

do not look upon me with hope
redeem the obscene
from the slaughter
interrupt this struggle
as your lust for heaven grows