The Paralytic Renaissance
Down the sleepy amorous tunnel,
The bravado of the hero in me,
Fragmented in frailty -fable
You may question, but I have no ear to hear,
Upon a Tigress' breast I find my cover,
Only with the Amazon Queen, I dig my ruins.
Down and down in upland mirage ,
My time and youth stir dreams,
And I see Heaven in the fire of my pyre.
Does anyone know the subject of life, ?
Fuel and oil for cowed husband and crazy wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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