Greatest

Poetry is a primal instinct,
it's musical Pride, imperial ammonia
a Blackstar burning to the moleholes and the
the void. When they put him in his coffin, what did people think?
why did they look at his side as if he would be resurrected?
Maybe because no one could have imagined
that he could die at all?

Having escaped further torture and death in a madhouse.
in an insane asylum, I'm on a boat.
from the burning shore, the water is an empire,
which I leave behind, the oar is God,
which I broke and now I row with my hands,
and the stars. the stars are just a source of light
that the greedy moon swallows. I wonder if he was afraid too.

it's not a biography it's just that
the attempt of a great man
there's no tragedy only memory a heartbeat

pain becomes time
time becomes a bones
the bones becomes a supermarket

AND I GOT MY PRICE TAG


(from the cycle of telegrics "Transcendance", July 2023)