Notes

Ritual alchemy scolds

The batrachian’s kefir in

An alkaloid misty desire

For anthropoid apes

Born in legacy.

What sort of dry cake

Can exculpate the dissension

Of our undeveloped triumph?

I removed myself today

Inactive slain of limbs

Designs a schizoid bunch

I like the taste of my meat

Of dejections through a scarcity

Holy courage

What current cure can guard

Our inflatable tastes?

The cupidity of my possessorship

Over this reversible body

Makes me hush up

The death of a world

Poem by Mihai Lucaciu