Should it be called a sin?
Be calling it imperative.
Past tense was yelling in supremacy
Shall it be more than beauty?

I shall not write in history
Nor should you make it in.
For grater men are often told:
“He was a man of character!”

I am not here to give advice,
Though I am content with this
As my ashes give way to wind
I mourn my found minute.

As I may live through this
As you might scale,
Weightless words
And sickening lords.

Actors of life
Painters of pain
Know not what I have done
Masters of the world.

Empty siluets wonder day & night.
Widower and bride to be;
I have no perception
Wherein foreign or artist.

I don’t want twenty
hundred deeds of good.
I am but I, myself
Have I to wash my sins?!

I would be left with I,
Boringly confused.

30 septembrie 2008