Ginduri... Tractate on the Heretical (day seven)

Tractate on the Heretical
(day seven)

Everybody knows the sweet song of freedom
and I know it too. one day you’ll be told< “oh, glorious
are his bones, he who is rotting now!”
noble thoughts dozing in the brain cringing
in confusion. the tenderness all around.
the pandemonium in which the gods no longer can be patient
mozart buried in a common grave
and despite it all a tear rusts in the true light which
I approach closer ever closer which I’m awfully scared of
and which I must endure
all the way to the great warehouse of water lilies
alone in the mad forest of grief
everybody knows the sweet song of freedom
and I know it too. a time will come when the death
of a bum on the street will move an empire
when the night leaf will murder the day leaf
when your intention will be to sing
but ashes will permeate the spaces in your name
everybody knows the sweet song of freedom
and I know it too

accustoming myself to it day and night
forever.

(sursa: Aurel Dumitrascu, translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Liana Vrăjitoru, revista Poesis International nr. 4, p.32)