Milan Georges Burovac

I put into verse the muse
the woman in my dream
this goddess of a beauty
perfect- and the destiny
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choose this sun
you will have the body
I will be your skin
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in five lights
future five days
for my new chemotherapy
and a brutal question
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you are my most beautiful muse
from the Pleistocene to a kiwi
from a storm to the heaven
from the blue age to a gnosis
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Jesus my body
Jesus my life
Jesus my treasure
Jesus my soul
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my soul undresses
in view of the blue world
this virgin sky
our eternal sea
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by a woman
or by another
an illusion of the futures
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my vertical delirium
pass by 21st dimension
where vibrates the substance
pure layer of the infinity
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a star and always her
constantly the moon in the garden
this wide paradise to me
where I declaim Emily Dickinson
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a star in the eyes
its beautiful creation of happiness
we are the Earth to two
my thought by her desires
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our words are of a theater
and they don't tell anything
to the angels - nor the sky-blue
nor the soul ocean
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again this constrution
the Earth concept
its sky my chaos
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her way to touch the sky
her light in mine
her soul on my destiny
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my death announced
already the script of oblivion
and the body that gives itself
to oracle's minds
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the war is not the peace
the peace is not the love
the love will never be goodness
if you spit on my dreams
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to know this world
to describe her city
Dasein in twelve prayers
and its absolute Time
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in her
in me
in sun
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one moment one
waits for the impossible
more this love
where light vibrates
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in every Sunday
one Saturday evening
one Monday morning
and this dream of one Tuesday
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of art - I am her delirium
in a human's darkness
of being - this Nothingness
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