You disown all your
sins. Fat burns.
An aura prowls around
the temples.
The honor kill
will make you a living god.
Rusted heart wants
to achieve eternity.
The otherness, goes
for incarnation. Abstract
quality will explore
the song of the sea.
Life starts anew. You
were a fake genius. There
was a secret pact
to wear the veil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for devoting this poem to the memory of Sisyphus.