Reasoning 1
On the day of equinox
you go on the necropolises
of the Past,
among phallic totems,
but the brain does not accept
abstract logic
of Hermes
and the conservative postulates,
intruding on you and those
from the necropolis ...
*****Sapiens is imperfect
and unfinished,
but your Ego-Consciousness
swears Zigmond recognizing it
his 100-year right.
Messiahism is a priority
and an award for millions
reincarnations
to ninety-ninth knee
and that you are not good
Christian sounds interesting
in the mouth of the arrogant's unbelieving.
You pass them contemptuous
slow to stop
in the last sense,
which the sipping of the blade
will turn into Nirvana ...
translation from Bulgarian: the author
Copyright © Angel Hadjipopgeorgiev | Year Posted 2017
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