Emil Asdurian: Time – 21

 

 

Present should be very strong, so when it fades,

could be recalled, or at least searched as a gem

stone lost on a grass carpet, not only as an ecstatic

act, while I go out of my self, away from my toned

body, to see it merge into a shared breath and soft

stammering talk of an inner thought, unbelievably

harmonized and synchrone to a single beat, a

superimposed image on every other next: guarded,

hidden, havering over the horizon.

 

As time loses itself on its own, perceptions becomes

an unstoppable urge-goal, almost like a natural

instinct to live without halt the same state, a mind

dreamy condition, where real events have no value

as experience, but that of a pendular desire! A doubtful

surviving intent imbedded entirely in pleasure!

 

Strong, so boggling, that all feelings merge in one,

as reason does in a divine madness, cuddled in a

restless euphoria at the highest peak before fall! Thus,

if the present will not be determined by aim’s function,

as it can never be built complete by any sense or all,

loosing something back to the previous last, but as

burning thirst on steed’s nostrils, will stay to haunt its

rupture! A momentary fly without a space or term,

more felt than expected to appear, the anti-flow, the

anti-rest, death’s antipode, the ever occluded Heaven!

Hope and escape. Where love was first engraved,

self’s real existence!

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