Poem Variation
“This is a micrograph. It contains basalt in contact with mantle xenolith. The composition of basalt is approximately halved by plagioclase and pyroxenes, 5% olivine, and about 45-50% volcanic glass; xenolith - olivine, pyroxenes and scapolite. "
By the sea, beyond a field that stretches from heaven to the desert itself, there is a shore and a city where people have learned the secrets of the deepest lives and deaths.
People stand from era to era, and the people have one saying: the
evergreen forest will be green until it crumbles yellow and dies.
“Everything will become metal, everything will become prey, everything will be the blows of picks and auger, it will spill under my microscope and there will be a glass and basalt planet that I inhabit with children from the volcano,” the vigorous scientist broadcasts to the people, who suddenly settled next to the volcano and revives people.
Opposite the rostrum and behind the barricade, the second is not immediately literal, is the inquisitor Katchinsky, known to the people quite sadly. Katchinsky is not for or against it, he was just tired, had heard enough of this during his work and thought that "this will not happen here."
This city will not burn immediately, not quickly. At first they will try to fight, but would you stand sharp under the scalpel, that the master and the pros would carefully put you under the eyelid?
God doesn’t care about him, and hell, he would have forgotten once and immediately into eras and eras, and let there not be swirling scientists, and let these unfortunate lives and death be left alone.