Dan Enache Poet Free verse

Anatomy of the Inner Abyss

Anatomy of the Inner Abyss

Enter the poet's eyes where the cosmos dreams in faded-living colors,
galaxies of alphabet melt like wax of stars in the waters of thinking,
ideas float like bloomed-wrecks among unwritten verses in the air,
poem fragments dance in the brilliant-black ink of the mind.

Beware the shadows of memory that cut gently with knives of silk,
of bloody memories that caress the skin with fingers of light,
orgasmic and raw, they whirl without rhythm in spirals of dead time,
whirlpools of paradoxical sensations float like solid smoke through veins.

Observe silently the hidden spirit that screams in its sonorous silence,
tiptoe on thoughts past the torn heart that smiles,
it spins poems from threads of sweet pain, pearls of dried tears,
unfinished-perfect jewels scattered in the ordered chaos of the soul.

Note on the invisible map of the poet: the exterior is a banal mask,
a living tomb that breathes, a facade of flesh over the magic abyss,
inside though, my God, dead passion lives in full emptiness,
universes of noisy silence explode in its earthly stillness.

I, the luminous shadow-woman, the poet of translucent-opaque flesh,
the abyss that sees itself blind, the paradox that exists nonexistent in alphabet,
my verses are ink blood that flows aged in young veins,
magic, melancholic, I am the living death that writes in brilliant darkness.

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