Dan Enache Poet Free verse

I resemble the boulders, the years, in my courtyard fenced by hatred

I resemble the boulders, the years, in my courtyard fenced by hatred,
where mountains and pyramids grow, layers of danaids,
fragments of fate scatter, death dances,
and in the past, my memories bite, I melt
a necessary star, from the shadow of last night, gone and lost,
in a crypt embedded, on a present peak of moment,
eternal circle, dry, delusions burning in futile attempts...
because I've looked at her only once, in the dawn of open dream,
decided, exclusively festive, naked and deep,
mad, having a single dimension, a promise,
finally, the immense depth, which awakened my hunger,
lord, deciding me, just as you are, my ugly one,
to tear from you at once, another blonde fragment of girl!
I am the most from the little I've ever been in absence,
your dark light darkens me with its black and translucent light.
You, the perfect imperfection of eternity,
you are my most distant close one,
my coldest love, hot as the frozen flame,
the ice flower that withers through blooming,
your absent presence makes me disappear through appearance,
you are everything from nothing that becomes something from all without emptiness,
a birth so dead it kills lives born in you,
the bitter salty sweetness that heals me through sickening...
you are my gentlest torture with harshness and violence,
my first last encounter with the separation that unites us,
my highest love, low as the sky buried in heaven...
In me withers a blooming so dead it gives birth to life,
I am an absence so present I fill my voids with full emptiness.

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