A chandelier of clouds twists over the mountains
Signaling the launch of the morning
But that will not end my dreams
Which refuse to stop the apocalyptic nightmare
The invisible reality lies undetected by the senses
Ladders keep the trees from falling
Fishnets embrace ghostly birds
Next to the pond, a tiny tent with a fireplace
In the beginning there is no beginning
The heart has its own silent brain
Running out of tears at the curves of eyelids
No one has discovered a cure for awaken-ness
In the east, hardly noticed, the sun superimposes
Over the universe, now a bit closer to oblivion
That bright tiredness of memories of a future
Drowning in a muddy echoes of afterlife
–Valery Oisteanu
Poetry