by Dorina Brândusa Landén
I’m curled up like a fetus
released by the body heat
- imprisoned in steel -
half flesh half soul.
All the seconds deserts me
between them is a transparent wall.
Darkness climbs onto my shoulders
between breasts someone is breathing fast fast
her nucleus into my arteries -
absorbing the core of the substance
like a shadow the man
like a sheath edge of the sword.
Ah the distance between a living body and
the sense of being alive!
The last term
hours after hours are leaking
on the sky the moon is red
a sea of blood
the clouds are large carnivorous fish
in an iceberg without weight.
Austere spirits of the darkness like air
sailing across borders
that untie souls
burying the lightning - nocturnal flights.
This night is draining my heart
the earth is losing its breath in the air
the crickets’ song is trickling still
and from the trees defeated by cold
on tender blades of grass
chlorophyll flows silently.
At the end of my portion of life
aurora borealis raises bridges of frost
on the naked eye ephemera wails
broken stars royal influx of holograms
orchestras of butterflies.
Last updated May 25, 2014