Apocalyptic Sight

Apocalyptic sight Six pairs of Homeric children’s eyes Over the tomb of ice gray world Multiply my infinite sorrow into sins with no eyes or ears In tangents of nostalgia I kiss the death there that life suffers lung cancer Biblical accusation pierces the silence of solitary harp in the Century of Hamlet’s Four soaked tears eyes Cannot set in a web of art neither in the depth of tired aquarelle eyes The old childhood love into triangle breaths depth Shed tears in salt of survival In the geometry of continents Time impasse like me in the Scandinavian saga Logical mathematics does not capture lines neither feast of hieroglyph tears The root of injustice divides only parents' pain Above the European dried moral Six pairs of eyes and four pairs of eaves accuse They live autumn of loneliness Any number does not define emblem of loneliness Not even a prayer of compassion Cosine of loneliness interferes in verses and the poetry of human love And the death doesn’t suffer the reception because I draw lines while remaining just a number