Tuesday, February 07, 2017



Rancid perfume
flavored with names,
I hear from
near and far of the vicars
who disbelieve in innocence.

Lotus eaters
of the symbol and the verb,
is it possible to live
with a fathomless abyss
on my back?

Let us drown
Ausonius's rose, suffocation
will silence her.
Thus, we behold the invisible
mystique of a true rose.

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