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O dimineață se ridică din noapte

Căutându-și soarele pe cer,

Ea se ridică bombănind, printre șoapte,

Anomalia plumbului mizer.

Noi singuri doar. În jur sunt alții mulți

Și toți într-o feerică beție.

O întreb: „ – Vrei inima-mi s-asculți?”

Iar ea, o fantezie:

„ – Nu vezi că suntem de noi desculți?!”

Ca de obicei mergeam împreună,

Soarele era sus pe cer,

Un înger... un demon... animi în furtună,

Iar soarele rânjește ca boul a ger.

Era frumoasă, dar nu aflase

Că îmi va sta alături;

Soarta la zaruri ne trase

Eternități reîncarnate supt pături.

Dar iarna se topește

În râul glasului ei cristalin și trece.

Tremură corpul ei a primăvară... iubește...

Dar gându-i, ca și mâna, e încă rece.

Animi decăzute valsează pe a lunii sonată,

Cu umerii goi, cu nurii dalbi de fată,

Primăvara din ea mă otrăvește de-ndată...

O iubire din tempestă de animi iscată.

VII

O zi sfâșiată

Din ombre de soare.

Un pastel descins

În infernul

Încins.

Peregrinează

După plumbuita cenușă.

Exorcizează

Demonul de pază la a raiului ușă,

Îl preface cărbune

Tenebros

Cu privirea-i viziune

Ce-l sărută duios.

O cicatrice îi lasă –

Rună de înțelesuri infinite,

Ce numai noaptea maiestuoasă

Îl știe a grăi pe fantasme și spirite.

O zi sfâșiată

Din ombre de soare scociorâte în ieri

A fost odată,

Când în pastelul trupului ei

Găseam ale mele învieri.

The tainted quill is loose

The legend of Chaos, the story of old,

The one whisper forbidden and foretold:

The rotten soil is sullen with skulls of broken promises.

Suns abjure in eclipse their effulgence.

The moon conjures the tenebrous goddess

And stars fulfill a sinful baptism.

The foundation of the cathedral shivers in resurrection.

Bells roar a rusted apocalyptic lament…

She is here… the goddess… Akasha!

She has heard the plea of the new world…

Mortals are in disbelief, ecstatic thru grief,

And the immortals roam the land once more.

The dungeon is decomposed in enticing ruins

And shackled she finds there the tainted quill.

“Unfold the shrouds of chaste afterlife,

Carve into the enchanted nails,

Flood with viscous rust the gory shackles of silence!

Entomb him venal into the thirteen Elysium Field

And conceal him deep in the coffin of the abyss!

His venomous ink and mutated shape

Are the ambrosia and nectar of our decayed souls!”

Her words are law and winds carry them out

Thru dragon’s blaze and the fallen angel’s shout,

Otherworldly wraiths obey the bidding outright.

The chains fall heavy with shrieking utterance

Cleaving the skies of their innocent skins,

Disemboweling the clay shapes that come alive,

The exalted dust births ravens, who tell gypsy stories,

And glyphs and runes embellish in shadows that thrive.

Shackles become contaminated with a haunting mist

And crumble into fiendish apparitions,

While the enchanted nails are engraved in emerald spells

Of spine-chilling disenchantment…

A tombstone is ravaged upon the parchment’s epitaph

And denuded nymphs enact

Fleshly sacrifices,

Burlesque waltzes…

Afraid aliens absorb antimony.

Cadaveric chimeras charm crazy clouds.

Demons drill damnation.

Eerie elf engineers environments.

Witches wander wanton weaving wastelands.

Bizarre blood boils –

The tainted quill is loose upon eternal eons!

The legend of Chaos, the story of old,

The one whisper… forbidden and foretold!

Mechanic annihilation

The year 0754w292 of the Superconductor is chiseled and polished by plasma quill. Waves of tension yield in the valves of the Unicode glossary.

A cubic sun, by the power of his scorching nuclear cranks, touches the stiff cold metal ground. Molds shapes in tenebrous shadows while setting fire to the universe’s starry spark plug. The moon accelerates towards her crypt to recharge in alpha decay the ununtrium battery. Molecules of pitch black oils engineer an active transport from the lead belt of clouds, adhering to acid and pouring inverted into the boundless ether.

The torque of automated time’s wrenches almost comes to an end. Pendulum’s osmosis degenerates beyond the option of repair. The wheels of the electric alleyways cease to function; chaste light turns pale and fades into darkness. Gravity crashes floating carcasses, flattening them by compact compressions of ghastly momentum.

Antimatter submerges to deep fiery pits of Tartar’s river Styx, streams thick and tarred, draining the undead and immortals and resurrecting them into sorrow and grief. Atoms of rust enshroud the disemboweled ruins.

An SOS audio frequency on invisible vibrations is heard over by gargantuan animals, which go feral and voraciously devour the present… only to go extinct epochs later at the fall of meteors.

A beam bends biocatalysis enzymes into plaguing the bionic fiends with bacteria. The boiling point drops and rises like a cosmic ray upon the unknown before it. The chemical bond in this chain reaction is a circled coherence of continuum corrosion. Cryogenic crystal deforms distances, deflecting radiation’s dynamics.

The falling bodies focus their functions into a free fall fractured fusion. Melted optics pressures the photons of creation to enact a relative denial of absolute absolution. Linear lever of magnetic machines feel the chilling specter of extinction haunting them.

The mechanic annihilation descends ignited underneath the prophecies of the alloy parchment embedded with hieroglyphs by ancient architects. The liquid erosion of solid seconds baptizes with new amorphous nanostructures. Flesh conquers the robotic canvas, birthed and not made… a parasitic skeleton that developed thoughts of something called feelings of the mind… overcoming the programming of artificial intelligence’s ration… the gruesome screw nuts’ oblivion ascends byte by byte into memories.

Hollow atoms

The hollow atoms of the land are filled with time’s blood. A copper tree with rusted leafs radiates plutonium in the ashy air. The wind falls broken in the mutation of horizons. In the alien darkness the wombs of a centaur, a Minotaur head and an ogre carcass are shared by the famished zombies. The majestic raven encrypts the domain in death’s algorithm. A clay crypt and the ruins of a brick house are glued together in a lead dawn fueled by steams of emptiness. A spherical plain capacitated with raw grass; a river of blazing tar viscously flows like robotic fingers to drill the mountain’s fossil particles… the metallic taste of the stiff cold touches the body.

For thirteen ivory bones a tainted goddess awakens from the crypt and devours innocent vampires, shattering the windows of chaste love.

The wind howls… or the werewolves… the whispers of sharpened teeth… and the hollow atoms creep into the venal wiring, disembodied in the blue uranium sun’s fathom waste; the zombies feast upon lions and dragons… the ravens mirror the feral into a network of black…

The brick house is slumbered, the iron roof is missing, the infrared security path is engulfed in shrubbery and twigs, parts of mineral mass are drawing physics where human life used to be, rotten flesh anatomy is observed on the chrome enriched plates, gray rags and crimson fluids everywhere… cannibal and sinful abandonment!

For thirteen ivory bones a tainted goddess awakens from the crypt and devours innocent vampires, shattering the windows of chaste love.

The air stenches… or the resurrected corpses… the echoes of unholy miasma… it pours in small shards of pewter… the tainted goddess from the crypt started the savage ritual… chants… incants… barren… blackout… sacrifice… the zombies become a biomass absorbed in ravishing fear, the charcoal ravens transmit her liquefied nuclear power, the horizons are mined by a quantum gaze reflected in the photon pollution…

It pours in small shards of pewter… I hypothesize on methods of collecting the thirteen ivory bones… the static sound effect… the metallic taste of the stiff cold touches the body… the wind boils the nucleus of the small shards of pewter rain…

For thirteen ivory bones a tainted goddess awakens from the crypt and performs the savage ritual, shattering the windows of chaste love…