Flesh raised with blisters
with ashes and embers as lessons
a young child dreams, speaking with fire;
his words will be felt like a full-thickness burn.
Age eight, three a.m.:
the vision unfolds as the familiar fist hits;
pain draws the boundries.
The future is foretold, the narrator speaks
of the word to become deed, that terrible seed:
an act of the child, the growing monster
that match for a smoldering city!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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- Published: August 12th, 2025 09:37
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Surrealist, mythical, metaphorical it speaks. Lovely
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