matter is sound in love
when you flay the name
and form of all things
you shall rediscover
the fire cathedral
and Bach’s organ
(The Alchemical City)
the words are black lesions
unto the pure sound
echoing the rustle of leaves in autumn
(Improvisations on Armonic Key)
in autumn death’s harmony is alive
(Improvisations on Armonic Key)
Constantin Severin
I have met the world
into a limitless you
(Improvisations on Armonic Key)
Constantin Severin
the heart has not the color of nature
(Improvisations on Armonic Key)
Constantin Severin
the present is no more save for a shade of passage
the comet that undoes the edge of things
into an ocean of historic orbits
(Improvisations on armonic key)
everything you search for searches itself along with you
until the roads scrape
into speechless cascades
on the being’s lunar face
(Improvisations on armonic key)
someday we shall be living texts
into the blinding stomach of a sunken city
exactly within the word ‘city’
(Improvisations on Armonic Key)
Constantin Severin
music multiplying the holographic vacuum
of the self
(Wall and Neutrino.The Poet in New York)
we can only be saved by the word
the word that grinds its own shape
with the intensity of a star
breathing its own catastrophe
(Wall and Neutrino.The Poet in New York)
