Poezie

ghostliness

1 min lectură·15 octombrie 2006

Mediu

Whether experiencing pedestrian filth

Or the sublime reversed depth of the beauty

I find myself always – a dead man on duty –

Wondering amongst you in silence and stealth

There’s always a shadow in my brightest light

My mornings are always excuses for evenings

Bygone is the freshness of early beginnings

Bygone is the mystery of mystical night

In thousands of eyes I can find no reflection

My being is putrid, it’s rotten inside

Oh, God, if I’d find you, I’d give you a bribe

For finishing earlier my earthly detention

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ioan albu. “ghostliness.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/ioan-albu/poezie/208834/ghostliness

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