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Apocatastasis

05:40 Aug 26 2007
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"When we say that God is Love, do we teach men that their fear of Him is groundless?

No. As much as they fear will come upon them, possibly far more. . . .

The wrath will consume what they call themselves; so that the selves God made shall appear."

(George MacDonald)





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Apocatastasis







All these visions…

where do they come from?

of me naked in the stardust of the night

and I playfully create worlds in the sand

scorching my larynx

and my screams become delightful artworks

mocking my soul with phrenetic maenad thights.



where do we come from?

I dig with bones in the ice

misshapen statues glassy starring towards the dark

looking...

like souls

...with satyre faces.





Where do I come to

soak my sword in the boiling blood of maidens?

How can I curve the time

carving it from the shells of the ears?

How do I swollow the nothingness and it`s planets

to be able to turn to the skeleton

of the hidden lights

and the artisan of the unborn element(al)s

used by the flames of horror to melt

the beginnings?



I am the only god

dog faced

feed with worms, dirt and immanence:

I am whitnessing me



Alone...



...Eternal...



...alive





~ *** ~



This is one of my last texts.I hope it didn`t scared you.

;)



All has an explanation if you know what the title means.JUst take a look again :)



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This is the original romanian version(I write in romanian and then translate in english)



Apokathastasis





de unde vin toate aceste vedenii?

stau gol în nisipul stelar al nopţii

stau şi creez în joacă lumi

pârjolindu-mi laringele

şi zbieretele se transformă în minunate lucrări

batjocorind sufletul cu coapse frenetice de menade





de unde vin?

sap cu oase în gheaţă

statui diforme zgâindu-se sticlos spre noapte

cu aer de suflete

şi feţe de satiri



de unde până unde îmi moi spada

în sângele de copile care fierbe

şi curbez timpul

scobindu-l din cochiliile urechilor

cum de înghit nimicul cu planete cu tot

ca să pot deveni un schelet

scheletonul luminii ascunse

şi artizanul nenăscutelor stihii

cu care flacarile groazei topesc

începuturile

sunt singurul zeu cu faţă de câine

hrănit cu viermi,murdărie şi imanenţă

sunt singur



veşnic



şi viu


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