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Post-Angelli

1 min lectură·13 iulie 2004

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My cherub, most surely the end, is

A smile somewhat different;

Moreover, he\'s ideatively knotting

The middle silence off the wings that I\'m not.

My cherub, most surely the christening,

Boils up that future mine always spat

Since breathing first my seconds started

Promised to a different heaven - should be mine the middle

Knotting the navel - he\'d say if I were

A shadow of my steps as never a child. Myself I\'ve known

Imaginary a hole hung by a different everyday inferno

Prescribed but symptomatically,

And breathe in me the other angels - naked:

I crucified them once in prophylactic ivory,

Then rarely took a silent laugh at them.

They bled eternally. Just raped them all,

One at a time, to know I am...

But he, that cherub mine, most surely nothing,

Keeps feeding soul and blood and semen mine for supper

To swell the naked angels\' bowels. Then always pieces me together

From scraps divine a plebeian.

My cherub, most surely a harpy,

I am.

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Axel Lenn. “Post-Angelli.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/axel-lenn/poezie/79706/post-angelli

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