Acrobatics on a stretched rope
you know the world through graves
old paintings are reproducing the blood
of miserable prayers and ordeals
οf jumps and deliverances

The question is if immortality
can release us
from the bonds of necessity…

The poetry of our bodies
is the most perfect
impetuously perfect
multi-standard step…

Whoever doesn’t adhere to this poetry
is buried alive by regimes of disaster
in white posthumous circles
with stones erected in the soul
dying in an unequal battle.