ofelia apostol

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Irrational as I am, π, outwards I spring incandescent, turbionique flows twirling you into a water-lilly core, in buoyancy holding you, my womb ripe with laughter, joy, thoughts

each daily incidence adds to a march of silence we all adjoin in overlapping rows we crowd, we mesh, we overstep each other and over breathe the fumes of rotting flesh we pull and pull again

…………………………. I m the next dot in your collection of dots _____________ I m a line ------------------ a fragment a %, a + & a – add me up or subtract me a broken clock is always

Outside these gates of river stones and marble, The skillful maker gathers feathers thin Into spring scented garlands For each taker whose fate proclaims his plenitude akin. The pious traits

metal cones jab neckline jab jabbing frozen drops dig channels dig digging muzzles cut lips and jaws cut cutting the jump. jump jumping flames eat eye fringes eat eating smokes choke

Succumb to this order of bones And freely join armies of cripples, Rows of femoral, void loins Creating new hollows in ripples. Look straight in the eyes hanging bats, They know night from

stinging sun. tristesse warping backline grinding bone claying sole and heel throbbing disc. abscess ferocious hunter. peur iron-cast arrows astringent net blazing fire

The trunk has grown much sturdier than ages Its clenched-up roots meander long and wide Throughout the world beneath, forgotten pages With soundfull ruffles, ripples hard to hide. The bark’s

I m rich. I pay big $$$ for black ♥♥♥, in the shape of ◆◆◆, slaughtered and sliced, and for Snow-White’s , rotten leftovers with juicy

whip me with your love lines lustre across my skin around my neck onto my lids eyes. lean deafen me with your whistle clean drums adjusted silenced pulse still-born music. va:ls

i hold onto this bridge’s crackled post in an attempt to move ahead. the shaking, a tremulous wavelength beneath my skin makes all my veins turn upside down, in breaking, they, these ringlettes

another inch another loss in gripping another patch of ice another slide another metal cry, guttural screeching/ smash drums /attuning to piano’s chime a sharp pike hit, a clinking,

Il n’existe pas, le vent, the wind, succulent purge into my lung, Tarnished target for fiery arrow, artery eaten and stung. Il n’existe pas, le ciel avec des etoiles brillantes, leftovers

We meet in silenced tones, in whisper’s beatings, Between the sixty seconds of a theft We wrap around fragility’s core, keeping Abruptness and abyssal our cleft We clench the fists of time

a blade of grass for each and every shoulder a socket filled with ink for single eye a drop of ocean’s perfume for the breathing an innocent and feather-coated sigh a sturdy cap for rondes in

Men.pregnant.mountains. Upside down. dipping Men.red.rivers. Vertical. leaking Men.Venus.valleys.two. Spread apart. keeping Men.amphora.handles. Equilibrium.

Away I have been… I have been away from your arms for so long I grew a hunchback embracing myself… Fingernails heavy with lead, swallowed tongue, Calcification of knees, all on shelf. I

How do you say “adieu” to the sun When rays protrude and fire up your heart? Pretend you need no warmth and then just shun Its radiance? How cursed your depart… How do you turn your back

You have sold every piece of me so cheaply To each and every merchant in this town Of destitutes and thieves, and now so deeply You say you want me back in beauty’s gown. You have sold every

I am so hungry for light… I could change hearts to candles and torches, Every street in this city of Might Would receive scents of flammable scorches. I am so thirsty for water… I could drink

Has anybody seen a man with a liquidly heart? In his walk he leaves traces of clover Intact. Integrated. Robust. Has anybody heard a man with a crystal voice? His words, diamond bubbles By

R u the lol man? D u hold y H on y sleeve, Hav “I L U” on y face & speed to 100? R u the lol man, whos breath pops up roses, Sents the universe evry morn & movs the sun onto my head? R

Is it my face I see in mirror, broken, Or is it portraits of the women passed From yesterday into the future, token Of painfully surcharged, surpassing blast. Is it my four leaf clover in