Mediu
Exhibition
Wooden legs
that soar under the dome
with the dignified name:
Pico della Mirandola;
all around the critics pronounced
under the wheels,
hanged on the magnificent
epaulette
of some forgotten generals.
Smart thoughts
perceived straight by the hungry ones
in a cultural exposure with
inverse sculptures –
you can not steel them,
because they hardly hold not to break
in a forgotten corner.
Some ash lies in glass spheres
and odd sign is kept
on the length of a time line!
Lead threads
make together a giant chandelier
that spins upon the rot minds…
Cups made by stone
filled with ice flowers.
Sense of a bell
singing under the silenced mist.
Steps walk in the quietness
of the huge room lost in the past,
in the middle of the night.
There’s a lady that was buried
between bricklayers.
Plastic nudes filled
with a painful delight.
Agnostic medium spread
in the mind that roughly was falling.
There are thousands of blind endeavours,
and ugly beings –
tall and thin!
On a dirty bench sits an old man,
wasting time without any other presence;
and the hall is a basket:
fruits always in absence…
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- Autor
- Marius Surleac
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- Poezie
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- 193
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Marius Surleac. “Exhibition.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/marius-surleac/poezie/1779855/exhibitionComentarii (2)
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