The Circle Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

What did remain in earth from dinosaurs,
Which disappeared in the early epochs?
What will remain, when also disappears
The world of steel and concrete buildings?
There, where the billions of years
Race in one light throughout the space,
There will be left the only remnants
Of the body of Spirit, the illusional trace
Of the spinned electronic souls...
You can enter this circle, though...
Can you see fire? Really, can?