All ending in a vicious rotation
back at university – listening to the
choir’s deadly incantation resulting in
spiritual malfiguration in the flirtation with
Latin phrases and atonal music
Repeating university rules as a dictation
up to the despairing ejaculation
of the great WHY –
repeating research for ancient theories’ rejuvenation
creating NOTHING, NOTHING new
discovering modern theories are actually old –
what mortification!
part of a continuous movement of speculation –
the Modern is only a New Interpretation
of mythological lore and biblical stipulation
do I detect – in your firm step now –
some hesitation?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem