cosmos
in the aquarium of still waters
there is a type of liquid
which isn’t dormant
and ridden in vain
like a penguin in isolation
waiting for the sun to melt the ice
in the aquarium of melting waters
the atomic scientist
crippled with artificial lights
scourged the shrunken kidneys
hanging from their tubes
and opened his pelican mouth
looking for fresh fish
in a red sea of blood
in the aquarium with two horizons
on one side there’s the moon
and on the otherside the sun
there is the scientist dying of cancer
drowned in his salty tears
searching for the original inspiring thought
that he cannot recollect
how far is there between me and the closest star
if I am measured by the dark nights
and the stars by light years..?
Anu looked afar
inwards
and
outwards
and in a wink
everything was formed in its beauty
a bit better
than it is today
the primal scream
I looked for you
in the dark caves
five seconds ago
and saw only a ray of light
from a star twinkling from afar
I looked for you
two seconds after the beginning
in the frightful catacombs
in the elegy of darkness
written in a poem
I looked for you
in the green beastly image
a second before now
among the watery voices
and heard the living echoing call
of the shepherd’s universal cry
I looked for you
in thin static light
embracing yourself
and disappearing with the music
of silvery metal in empty space
a cold frozen body
life is hard when you live it
daily
between purgatory and hell
the inner self
inside the world
there is a nucleus dancing
lost in life that spins past away
in life melted in blood
like the sacred jealous virus
listening to the prayer of a virgin woman
her face dry and wrinkled like cactus
in her heart an oasis of pure clear water
in the centre of the universe
there is a big heart heeded
swollen and preaching the love
of the approaching planet in orbit
free from the cheap events of those who pose
the shadow of the plough that splits the earth
in the core of the heart
heaped with healthy bubbling blood
pushing the saddened broken life
through a veil that filters and shortens the breath
towards the sick mouth crying
for the challenged and lost peace
swollowed by the rich
inside the self
there is the doubt that breaks the word
and leaves a dark and noisy crack
above all
inside the self
there is still me…
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