English Translation : "With One's Last Ounce of Strength"
April 2019
The night lays still, minimal movement
gently quaking, utopic ears
listen carefully to the phonics made by the
screeching of tomorrow's
World
Bodies alike, minds apart you
once said
to the doppelganger of your existence, she wakes early
just to lay late
Nothing matters anymore anyways, you’ve said
your goodnight
Fágma, my father would say when I
came around to ask too many questions about you,
why you exist and where you will
go
After us
you make me anxious but I am not
scared of you
nor am I intimidated.
Your beauty is indescribable, no words written down
could comprehend your fantasy - you are
a spirit of the renaissance
that would make DaVinci jealous, as he can not hold
you close to him but think -
Think about how he could absorb
you, your aura, presence on
the aspects of restoration, everything's fixable
i hear as i sit here to write
this letter to you,
I do not need a reply, but a simple
Glimmer, solitude.