Another poem, this time concerning reincarnation, rituals, death and sex… I bit inspired by Burroughs and Ginsberg (beat!!!)
With face of fire
and hand, raised in a mighty posture,
he holds a gun.
When streaming pulses
Forward run,
Towards their final station,
One mighty bang,
and life itself
collides with death,
as happens impregnation.
Death is, but transport
Of the soul,
As both are dying out:
Extatic scream
And lonesome howl,
It gathers, but in fact another meaning:
From dreadsome end
to new beginning,
Breath of a frog
To child will flow,
Its future surely out of question:
For frog that suffered hasty death
A peaceful life will surely have
But now in human skin.
Shall this erase
Off fiery face
The sweet and fearful double sin?
Or cause a ghastly curse?
Perhaps this scene
depends on you,
Your means,
and how you verse.
Representation,
Symbol,
Act
Et voilà!
The karmic pact
is formed,
Mechanic movement
of the world
anew is set
it’s set in gold,
expanding, starting to unfold.
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