A Short History Of А Fireproof Purity Poem by Stefan Markovski

Exhaustion is a time not passing,
be patient and leave, it could be that
you'll taste natural paradises again,
you extinguish by a prayer mortals, hasting
to become rivers,
your eyes, never touched
are enough to the fields,
with or without water
to hatch them and offer to the red-shining skies
O, flames, evaporating heretical thoughts
painted into a body,
only you, you give birth to purity
identical
to that of a new flesh,
novum and spiritum novum tribuam in carnem
potest,
every birth is a new path to Thinking,
ora pro nobis,
every craftsman, saint and sage,
every bishop of exorcisms,
every celestial clown and every mage
builds white pain in Snow White's snow,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
and the truths shall remain One.

This moment is but a dust
flew from history, launched towards the zenith,
your facial proportions have the entire Cosmos
as a companion choice,
a red night granule in the sand of the city
dives through the pupils to the mind, where you're wearing a star,
the bag is filled with freedom,
the wine and the lipstick are serene friends
of the dawn that's smiling,
welcomed by embraced voices of bonfires,
with uncontrollable instinct
to meet.