DENIALS

by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA   May 18, 2007


A wordcinema
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV

we are not
worthy of
death

the void is
not our
sanctuary

we are
not to show
Nothing

nirvana
plays
Death

for you
is inaccessible
Death

we all
simply will
die

without
Nothing
there is No

without
Pure Burst of
Death!

oh, Gautama,
shoot in
Buddha!

to burn
not the tree
but Boddhi!

whisper
sunk in
scream

terror of
primordial
frailty

mind of
dying of
the beetle

the last
coupling of all
scales

the power of!
the grip of!
little paws!

thorns
are the
rose

passes of
severed
fingers

interlaced and
unlaced
the tracery

leaves
rejected
boughs

wild geese
fly
away

instant of
scattering of
rats

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