Poetry

Menace

Understand me
I can no longer
create you
heal you
with postage stamps
you shall no longer
roam about
I wish
to believe.

The moths
are eating
the adresses
within me
intimately
some icebergs
are melting
and bitterly
the shadow
of time
is falling
when vines
and urges
are pruned
but the plant
flourishes
luxuriantly
like sin. 

 

Translated by A. Osers

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