Image: “The Achilles Heel” © texmex5. Licensed under CC BY 2.0
Author: Mond
Achilles and I –
Somewhere under the keen curtains
The secret whisper of Chiron,
Early with the moon,
Raised against the synthetic rain –
Over the stars the kiss is lost,
Is screaming for lips –
Doors of other realities
Unveiled! I kill his imagination
Nail the wrong painting and framed his weak heel!
Those are sheets without a bed, asleep. A
Renaissance without Shakespeare or Titian!
Undress the feelings and consume the flesh;
Skeletons, alive! Killers of reason!
The same enemies, other centuries.