Raison d'être

Like a desert that waits for rain,

Let’s wait for the day when all this vain Sand

And this dry terrain

 Will be flooded,

Carried away by the enormity,

Magnanimous of our shared spell;

Like a primitive virus that kills,

And fills with a mundane, life sucking protein;

Let’s not remain and be,

Like two sheep blinded by the hypertrophy of its fleece

Come let’s flee;

Come let’s create a sterilization chamber,

And spell it with our magic,

And ward off venoms and demons,

Within and outside,

And come what may!

The winter of discontent is gone, June!

Like a flower that thrives in April heat,

Let’s meet,

Our moment shall be eternity,

An isolated eternity!

Not inoculated by plague of romanticism,

Nor glorified by configured robots,

And we shall remain bitter,

Feed bitterness off of each other;

Refrain from the diabetes of Love, my honey,

And let’s remain potatoes,

And ugly,

And mad,

Come what may!

The winter of discontent is gone!

A momentary eternity!

An isolated eternity!