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In germs of purity

We await our infinity

Faintly existent

Yet, illogically present

The fetus will cry

Begins to die

Outside the womb

Astride its tomb...

Time dims the light

Again the night

But time was never

And now...it's over...

To fight for purity, we chose

But germs must decompose

So pray to the Trinity

To give us infinity

Fold those coarse hands

But see the fine sands

Sift into our graves

Designing our staves



We die in our mystery

Our malignant crude history

And before we can run

....follow our sun

Our life is dying

But our nod is denying

That we've lived at all

Outside our skulls

And before we can ask it

They've nailed our casket...

(Do I try to infer,

That we never were?)

                

Maria Lia Grigore



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