The autopilot of Superposition. Selected poems. Zamirbek Osorov
by waves of Schrodinger’s
are getting down to destruction.
Who will tolerate too long
such negligible fools and doodles
and such civilization
based on designing, inventing and mass-production
lies and cheetings
in so great quantity and quality?
The Sparticles of peace, love and eternity
Please, dance with the democratic values
as often as possible, play with them, imitate and love
the countries with staunch and stable democratic institutions,
stick tightly to them, entreating them to be with you
or even cry out if democracy don’t understand you,
be strong and merciless with the any attempt and trend
toward dictatorship and violence
but be limitless merciful and careful with the democracy,
which often acted against herself,
if you want establish the real safety
and prosperity for your country and children
you must deeply respect and love this strange woman.
Don’t believe for any other sort and kind of ideologies and state structure,
especially elude religious believers and claims
and so called founder of sovereign models of democracy,
which only camouflaged the most hideous and atrocious
intend and content of corruptive comrades,
terrorists and bandits and maniacs.
Play with crystal-clear and marvelously pure and fresh
water of democracy
constantly reviving and refreshing
milk of honesty, justice and peace and prosperity.
Play with marvelous sparticles
going as deep as possible
to that mysterious game in family, in love, in police
in local level
and in entire community and worldwide,
universe itself has born and grown with her dance and sparklings.
The deep secret
Our world was born from one genuine strong intention,
pressed in simple sentence, one astonishing spelling out
the magical composed phrase
that deeply stressed frozen black matters
and born and expanded our Universe with myriads bright stars and galactics,
as a one wholly composure,
(where invisible and unmeasurable part and game hundred time more really and value
then what we could fixed),
have drifted to eternal motion and come eventually to that unusual existence
with limitless secrets and powers in micro and macro realities
teeming inside and around us in close and great distances,
with perfectly worked and tuned physical constants and laws
as truly witnesses about all ambassadors and heralds of our transendence from Quantum world
these omnipresent and magical micro particles —
electrons, neutrinos, protons, quarks and their anti-parts.
Try to do the same on his small level.
Love also has its hidden formula, cod and mission,
if you have a strong power and great passion
you might able to do it relive and save for life the dear one
who look now maybe as the world before its born.
Or try to resurrect our people and country
that too long suffered from lack of perfect knowledge and love
for creating sustained and stable community,
pressed out by abundant black will,
jealous and hatred
on the base of dark ignorance.
Messier Sagittarius of airy kisses
To Santa Johanson
I kiss you, regardless of huge distances in space and time
that divided us
since your departing,
my lips break all known physical laws,
they became like Black Hole,
as the God of our Galaxy,
which pulls to itself all and creats worlds and spaces,
messier Sagittarius,
supporting all our distances, sunrises and sunsets,
who twists and turns as he wished all our past, present and future,
oh yeah, my lips were able to reach you, my joy,
select you out from this continuum of continuous decay,
increasing entropy and old age,
returning us to the most wonderful evergreen years —
they are by some miracle
found you
beating thousands of kilometers at once
and exactly fit in and stick tightly to your lips
when you are walking among the streets of your city,
like some sucker of supergiant space tentacles,
as antennas of an interstellar ship
which locate and investigate unknown void of space,
so densely packed by high energies
and made up the exact calculation of your coordinates
come down to you from heaven,
while all the other parts of my body and soul
remained there – far behind
and have no idea where you are and what doing now and did before,
my lips like hungry hypersensitive leeches,
having made this mind-blowing plunge and breakthrough,
tightly pressed against your tender lips
creating this amazing bridge
between our continents, countries and worlds.
I want to be this powerful Electron
Yes, I want to be this powerful Electron, which can instantly reach you in time and space – maybe in that cherished reality where we both were in a better form – younger, healthier and full of life, hopes and joys – not so tired, helpless and faded from the rough grasp and harsh face of this life.
Electron, my tiny immortal friend, knows how to do this and how to change our past and correct its grave mistakes, tragic consequences and retreats, how to update our present and make our near future so fascinatedly moving towards endless happiness and joy.
Yes, of course, my