I am not a poet - I am a pilgrim:

at the turn of the millennium

I, fleeing to ancient Rome,

suddenly appear on the internet

and again somewhere I run

through endless frauds -

I cannot find anywhere else

words of love,

so about the main thing

say without knowing shame

To you alone in the world, -

from nowhere to nowhere

through

populous deserts

Avenues, streets, squares,

airports and train stations

(along the way, fucking guys on short-term halts)

which year I run -

and no

the outcome of this circle ...

fate will bring:

"Hi Hi",

and no continuation.