ANCA
MIHAELA BRUMA
COGITO ERGO SUM...
(I THINK... THEREFORE
I AM!...)
Time and distance
rhyme in Silence
a serenade of timeless
dreamers's spell...
A stardust free verse
where,
feelings do not curb...
Just cosmic voices
awaken the Presence
of my Essence...
My questions...
fell out of this
Existence!
ERADICATED COLLOQUIAL
ARTICULATION
Synapses framed inside a
photograph,
conjunctions filled at superlative
bursting apart a new language
with horizontal coherence,
a disarticulation of your syntax,
the un-saying in an apophatic plea,
totally negating itself to render
the Real,
as a prosodic strategy,
a choice of Silence
for harmonic practice,
an immanent version,
or self-reversing expression
of theophanic realities…
Beds of parabola
with words lying next to each other
meaning silently radiates through
them
within an ambivalent context,
elating its forms
and crack a world
of normative conventions
and terrestrial dichotomies…
Coincidentia oppositorum
you may cogitate
on how a language
may exteriorizate the
interiorization
and your extremes conjugate in
order
to capture the formless in a sole
form,
dreadfully alluring
inside the insider most
of my cogent conversations…
Meanwhile…
your transcendent imprint
is getting anthologized
by effervescent chemistries
of a sound
tattooed inside
a morphological breath…
Your syntax allured me,
yet your diction made me go…
away…
MY LIFE…
My Life,
paints every moment,
with a different stroke...
Each day I dress
with Myself, so nights,
can find me no more...
I grabbed the edge
of the World, so
I will not be beyond
your touch...
I taught my tree
how to bloom, so
my words will not fall
from its branches...
anymore...
I listened to your Silence,
lighting my inner context
And I knew... no more
fictional characters
in a liquefied Reality...
just a rhythmical harmony
within heart symmetry...
I plunged Myself
in the aesthetics of Mathematics,
Now... I can count
different sizes of Life...
backwards and onwards...
ANCA MIHAELA BRUMA
Really, really wonderful Anca-Mihela
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