Thursday, 24 March 2016

poetic fragments op. 47

Akineton Serenace

Back to the people
They mean me
I’m already back
Take a look at
The old cherry tree
In the wind
That’s me

Mad flowers
Bedevil you
From today
You are the cherry
You don’t have to suffer any more
Back to the cherry sky
Removing all the tubes
From your body

The dying grave
Had an epitaph:
Akineton Serenace
Both hands and legs
Changing into the haze devil
Nice and great
To live in an old barrel
Among the people

Feel pity
Without love

So said Diogenes

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