THE INVENTOR

Forswear the duels. Grasp an inspiration,
Emblazing us by salvatory spark.
And leave a genius upon some calculation,
With all his sweat, remaining in the dark.
Then drawing all your axes on your mission,  
As  th’ axis of the foil crossing another one   
Have  only pure dreams  to twist cognition -
All other let decisively be gone!
Though with the years when growing more submissive
You will assert:  as  stars unnumbered are
Thus  chances of  epiphanies increase if   
Conditions change and Time became bizarre.
Back to your sheath, the blade!  And let the Hero,
Not slashing anymore, to slam his data list. 
All versions of  Being are close to zero 
Comparing with the chance not to exist.

         Translated by Alexander Sitnitsky