Motto: “ the word is god and from the very beginning has not embodied itself in anything alive” (Nichita Stanescu)

The stone petrifies no more
the present is no more here
once upon a time
Sleeping Beauty
choked on the only apple of knowledge
ever since
a dormant air has been robbing the age
spreading as mentee
infinite edge.

How are we to yell to her
since our tongues
got their laser
stuck in the throat’s sheath?


Make her wake up!
It all lies in the souls’ deafening leap in the dark.
Make her spit out stark
the taste of forever from her mouth.
For time to become life
and not protective fold
for the goddess to disembody it
when untaming the Word premature and rough
and taming herself couth and old.