Teenager took a beetle from grass to palm.
It rustled scratching, tickling, buzzing quietly.
In cradle, shallop it has been in calm.
It feel asleep. A years passed so slowly.
Is spiked thro with sharp tetrahedral nail.
It is impossible to change, walk up а little.
A guards are interioking circum tightly.
The woman's standing fixedly and still
And wathing forward speechlessly, black-eyedly.
Who'll be consoled by constansy and pledge
Of coming true all scriptures and predictions?
White water's flowing freely from died ribs.
The world is noiseless, and so it will not shudder.
She's speeking dumbly, squeesed: "I shall never