Erased Spaces

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Erased Spaces

Autobiography
Each Morning
Forest Strawberries
Loss of Freedom
In Need of a Home
Between Two Evils
Forgotten: The Poetics of Remembrance
Understanding and Faith

Moving towards the summit
You and the silence
Of the forest.

Suddenly, an impossible sight
A meadow bursting with forest strawberries
Permeates the perspective, invading the sound barrier…

The world turns topsy-turvy.
The threshold of revelation has been deceived.
Impossible noise.

Immediately, you realize
Powerlessness cannot withstand beauty.
Immediately, there appears
A mind-blowing erection
Of all five, six, seven holy senses.

You cringe, as if taking in
The hastily administered injection shot.
Therapy with shock treatments.
Life with an endlessly postponed orgasm
Life full of love
Which only the other one enjoys.
Do you still believe that
The future will be better?

Eyes clear from gazing at beauty.
You wish to partake without stopping
The beautiful and only the beautiful

Just thinking about ugliness brings you
And her back into despair.
The view is clear. Myopathy has lessened.

Perversely enflamed teats gathered in one spot
An exciting combination of red and green
In various kinds of shades which
Have no names, but exist
Look!
And reflections of the sun
An enflamed ray
And the instinctual fear
From the excess
Good God.

2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 March 1st, 2011|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 76|0 Comments