Poezie

eXcalibur

1 min lectură·9 noiembrie 2004

Mediu

I am lying against two pillars

They are old

Cracking and stammering

Under my weight

Under my youth

They are dying.

And I can’t help it.

I dreamt the other night

That She had indeed begun to die

And neither He nor I

Knew what to do

So we just watched

And when we couldn’t bear

The sight of her white swollen body

Anymore

We just left.

All of us- we are nothing

Nothing but a game of dominoes

Death always wins.

I’m resting against

Two old pieces of wood

Soon they will falter

And crush to the ground

And melt.

And I will be myself a little closer

To the unbearable ultimate duty

Of dying.

It is undoubtedly so

That we will never know

The beauty of eternity

Or if there is any

To be found in it

At all.

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irina serban. “eXcalibur.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/irina-serban/poezie/93599/excalibur

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