translated by Adriana Dacheva

A Devastation of the Imagination

specks of dust

in a trance

in front of bull-headed, deadly idols

luminous islands

carved away by footsteps

torsos

which are bursting

in the weary movements of the air

Angle

in  a colorless web

the dust of the instantaneous is lurking

anybody could immure himself there-

a slave or a hero

and these petrified jaws

are swallowing – nothing