I called you, my darling, at the axes intersection
when the clock in the park would tick midnight
Ox and Oy terrorizing with ischemic precise words
lines closed, within love, like the letter O
ever so round and incessant, iterative
an objective thrown through the window of solitude
common, hypocrite, egoistic like a modern condom
widely recognized as a subjective object

(English translation by Luminita Suse)