THE DEATH OF THE DEATH

                        

  Poem by Celestine

 Blindfolded delight longing for me

Behind my angels my hat was on

Covering the darkness inside-out.

I love you tomorrow,

I promise you!

For today I am resting my soul.

 

 

Blindfolded pleasure at my wedding

When the dark spouse gathered my joy,

Inside his pockets.

Tomorrow he returns to me,

With dead promises.

  

 Blindfolded death of mine,

Those losted hands digging inside me

Reaching for the white heart,

For the white rabbit,

For the white hole,

For the white birth.

In for a penny, in for a pound

Is the dance of the deads.

I died today.

It was the death of the Self,

When you forgot the story of life.

How did the joy became sorrow,

When her breast fed you with debts.

The travel of oblivion,

Is the oblivion of Man.