It starts somewhere
at
x and moves to y,
Zigzagging like a
random, fleeting z,
While in my heart
it seems to multiply
And run away toward
infinity.
It starts like some
equation in a dream
That sums up all the
things I feel in me--
This sky, this night,
this moon--all somehow seem
To resonate in perfect
symmetry.
This nightclub, where
I come to spend my time
And contemplate the
female form disrobed
Before the cheering
throng of horny guys,
Where I still find
a certain glimpse of hope--
A random spark that
fuels my fantasy...
And when it's over,
all the drunks return
To their dull and
unfulfilling lives,
Yet in my mind and
heart it twists and turns--
That random switch
that's keeping me alive.
--Alexander Shaumyan
March 4, 1997