Petroglyphic figure manifested on the foam,
what does it mean?
Strange figure with deformed proportions,
sensual but not arousing;
voluptuous but not staggering.
And yet sacralizing and defouled,
like the dancing rites of the satyrs,
now stained in blood-like ink,
for otherwise these vague shapes
will also not last.
Disdain for memories so fray,
lost in the maze, kindling pyres,
looking for excuses to celebrate.
Biased measuer, time split in equidistnat date,
but still advancing and still decaying,
in an endless spiral where then was now and now is late.
Not a coincidence but a miraculous synchronicity;
restless beings emerge from the burial mound.
No longer an ordeal, but a hedonistic blasphemy
where we either no longer live or there is nothing left to die.
Double-headed shape or figure,
yet another bifurcated plasmation.
In the yearning for Unity we retreat to unconsciousness,
even at the depths of drunkenness.