Andante Poem by Karol Chmel
Andante
and
in coffee: future: disintegrating
cube of sugar
infernus: my memory, mirror
of my visions
you smile, mitschuldig, but it's only a help
to those who need
footnotes; brace for the worst,
it will be about corpus hermeticum, finger
complains about sliver, the blind about darkness,
press ignores grapes,
but metaphorism work...
Translation: Pavol Lukáč
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8/15/2026 8:14:22 PM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
‘Future, disintegrating cubes of sugar' a metaphor exquisite… great poem. Top score