Trio Gintrowski Kaczmarski Łapiński - Astrolog

I am sending owl's pupils like black moon
In fire rings into nebulas of fearfull mistles
Of mouse protest against life
Which is named endless universe.

The faintest being fulfilles its fade
With a life parabola in spasmes and meanders
And fading it is gone among myriads of lights.
It is a puppet
Of power which calls itself the Creator of Order.

Chaos above me and chaos beneath me
For everybody except me is a mysterious mosaic
Of hidden intentions, destinies and spells
When darkness
Is absorbing both common people and Caesars.

I see a man all flushed who says:
We -the wise- should keep away
Because in transitional times who's ready to swear
What is waiting for guards of values of timeless virtue?

Or I hear a hobbledehoy who is raging at the following:
Let us -the wise- look at everything closely;
Why, in times of chaos people used to demand pyres
And a sparkle of wisdom may change the vicisstudes of life.

So I'm coming up to them and say:
Time is always transitional and chaos is in you!
It is for this that they judged and burned.
The pyre went out...
Just at the moment which had always been fated for me .