A mantra

“It’s MINE!” –
a spell against the bitterness,
a mantra in the circle
of 24 per 7 days a week!
At midnight,
opening the Book of Life –
at brand new chapter! –
I’ll shout out in the Tablets:
God,
the snow made us marry!
I’m weak –
an arrow in the heart! –
the guillotine is wrinkled! –
breathe greedily! –
until the skin crawls, yes! –
I NEED YOU SO MUCH!
My sword attached –
my glory – out of its scabbard –
is thrown at your feet –
I’m disarmed! – at dinner!
take it!
and reign in me, the inner
you, still unexpelled
from my Subconscious
once!
The fateful prophecies
have just come true:
Eternity is trembling! –
no doubts:
THE CHOSEN ONE!
The burning river shouts:
an obsession! – I badly want
in dreams and in reality! –
as queen! – not as a pawn! –
to get the throne.
The black hole looks for us –
let’s wander the Unknown!
I’m sure: YOU ARE MINE! –
no delay – right now! – shine! –
I’ll kiss you
with the stellar poetry
the Universe is recreated by
so large…
A long-awaited burst of electricity
is given as a gift
in thousands of amperes –
free of charge! –
by chance
the others lost.
Congratulation!
Admit, confess to me! –
YOU ARE A GHOST,
MADE UP! –
and nourished, raised
by boundlessly ill
imagination!

January 23, 2009