Treasure Island

Bozhidar Pangelov

(Bulgaria, Sofia)

Dolphin Manifesto


now not anymore
the Island that isn't
a loneliness but
Choice without being
There we were sitting and
The Sea was coming and
We (me and you) - a gorgeous staple,
Hooked,
were creating and
we saw him (after years and years) how
he was entering
like a rainbow huge
unattainable and
slow
brown - like a beam
(to hold for it)
nonpoetry - the other one is breakable
when the meaning they wave -
a hand of an insane man before a mirror
nongame - the game is dead
after Joyce and like a child is screaming
for the sandy tower after an adult
(a cynical stone) carelessly and with no reason
forded through
the dolphin is a life vital
and his existence aside of the genesis
and whole in the sea and whole
is reflected
nonliterature - the literature is dead
implicated into shape and ad of
the language but
where is here the Rapture
of the dolphin - glamour
oh forgive me I am entering
a someone else's territory
I am not a ventriloquist too
I do not practice knowledge
there's nothing new here each
new is unnamed
a vital place without a place
in a movement moveable
smooth like blue
fused in a deep bare
white

Submitted: Sunday, December 02, 2012
Edited: Monday, December 03, 2012
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