Biogenic Dust Poem by Maria Mitea

we float freely unhindered by anyone,
only the air reaches our origin,
- a root of a gnawed mushroom and mould plant,
- a meat animal devoured by parasites claiming white fame,

despite existent poetic hunger haunted by virtual air,
all that brings us closer is the greed to smell each other's freedom, -

after glass wool walls (steklovata)
oil emissions enter our pores,
burn the eyeball, the words of a language,
other languages, cogitation, hesitation,
we survive in the form of particles,
biogenic dust,
finally,
free under the sun