Perforating Heart Wound Poem by Norbert Tasev

Curious, overzealous and eager to babble on the innocent head: I silabize the delicate strands of amber that leaned gracefully on me, and my clumsy hand of oak finds small cracks in the bulbs of a tired lily head. And meanwhile, I whisper words of love, what do you mean by a horse-tying son! Kit Due to the piety of Fates guided to me I estimated in my world life I, yet my tongue silently rang my expanding words that anything

I could have confessed to him too! "That's how I dreamed of it patiently, with increased slowness." And when two bombshell lips clicked in front of my eyes and the immortal kiss poem exploded, a little maybe I died myself too! Who once had the unbroken belief that I had done wisely by smoothing out the pregnant worries of my past - now I just stumbled, and I could only stand betrayed: I was most frightened of the irreversible wounding!

The tiny and palpable molecules and particles of the universe shattered in space, and the consciousness of infinity, the Inheritance of Nothing, became! The law of apostate togetherness was already dictated by others: Perhaps stronger heart powers. It was as if I were floating in a vacuum between the shells of disembodied and soulless matter,

as if there were no longer any heaven on earth, an adhesive flesh system, and every little cell of proliferating blood circulation! Then I shattered myself into tiny pieces, and since then, a hole has been opened in the place of my heart! "The highest order had to be obeyed anyway, and now a murderous silence lurks and accepts! " Frustration is accepted forever, adopted!