edenic

there is a constant barrier
somewhere behind
the invented centuries of our fragile backs

hurling forward
my dream
the enormous bliss
the event of our meeting 

if I may show you the future
a new delay in terror
a crude symbolism
without experiencing design

the incomprehensibility of my poems
and our connection
unlike their fathers may even be
grateful to you
to the abyss
to the multiplying endlessness

slowly caught fire in emergency kisses