Carousel Poem by Vasile Serban

How did I become a human from stardust?
Born from stardust, a prisoner of the sky and earth,
Hidden by the distant stars and scattered by the wind in the night,
I feel like a nobody among forests and mountains, among rocks and cliffs.

I am the dishonest one who drinks from the reservoir of sincerity
In a process that happens when you believe in every death.
Shackled for eternity in a whirlpool of false immortality,
I let myself get lost out of complacency, to preserve myself in excellency.

A killer who is reborn by constantly passing through another death,
A refined spiritual torment that recreates a mundane man.
I return weeping to the scene of the crime, to discover myself unreal,
Naive in my own existence, eternally suspicious in nonexistence.