Bright through the eternal year
Of dragons that roar on the enchanted shore;
Locked in its trains, ships, androids
Merciless, two-faced porcupines swung
from branch to branch
with their infernal pull, nimble as the quivering needle-wheels
Mystically glittering in the ghostly space
Offers Virgo withered fingers
O despised spirit and mute despair,
When silence briefly breaks the syllables
Or the polyphony of purple flashing bats
the seed erodes the bowels of life.
You sink into the abyss of sad evil,
you build the tower on the cape
of a pig’s sword.
it’s neither outrageous nor a magical drama
but a detail of an indifferent plot
Against the colossus – a gaping hole,
From the chasm of the tortured within the giant;
The power of this perspective shattered thou,
the lightning that shoots through the ears of our monsters
What a deliberate, unhappy session
Scream with me and torturechambering with me
….the-snuffy-exam-r…. rigorosum perspective
Horror, horror and despair for everyone
with nerves of steel
Scratches and rakes of splintered
under the veneer of beauty deep
I want to be an artificial Picasso guitar
42 strings, 4 necks and 2 sound holes
Fire sounds are in fashion
Be careful not to burn yourself with it!
A messenger in disguise
The bush a little back (h) End of the god
As the night turns wicked!
Here is the hollows angry furrows
And the inflamed tongue that licks greedily
The shining rhombohedron
and the flesh of the flesh of a tree;
Death, king of our civilisations,
Discourses, Dialectics, Métiers, Measures, Our…
Designed for shaft-driven machines
Are you bringing bats?
Unconsecrated bodies on the ground
Bessmertnyi Koschchei, the boogeyman is coming
Leaving behind the Tree of Life and its last essence!
You’ve to endure one myth after another,
Ew, you ecumenical Mary
Become the womb of my soul and bear
Uncoffined corpses on the ground
The pulse of the grave, the mute of the mute, the color, the fraction,
Hard living, hard living in eternity.
Author: Leila Leila Al SamarraiPhoto Credit: The Garden of Earthly Delights, Right Panel Acrylic Print, Hieronymus Bosch