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[integer at www.god-emil.dk]

It isn't trivial to become aware of one's limits,
of one's power of resistance to spiritual drugs.
But it is a necessary thing, if one is to regain a lost lucidity.

My religion is cosmic and poetic ecstasy, the priviledged moments when
I am immersed in the unique, infinite whole. I do not know you,
I cannot encompass you, my mind is too small. You are my own imagination,
the only effective peace ...

What darkens the end of my life is not that I took part in my youth 
in the 2nd greatest utopia of this century. What embitters me is
what this utopia has become in reality.

Allow me one last question, if you will answer it: do you consider you are only Romanian?

It is enough to wonder ...



After I have learned everything very well:
figures, beings, objects,
I stop.
I am left like the village idiot,
watching the smoke.
I have forgotten everything.
There is a cave ahead.
If I step down.
I find a meadow.
I graze. I am a horse, a lamb,
and I discover the blade of grass.
I step down again,
I stretch my tree roots
inside sticky clay.
I step down again.
I wait. I wait inside myself.
A stone.
Light trembles around.
I am beginning to understand from the other side.

We shall lift this huge stone
and take it
and it will be our child
our old man
and we shall rock it
and it will be our home
and we shall carry it
and it will be God
and we shall carry him
with his grave
with his cradle
we shall lift this huge stone
and carry it.

He tells us nothing,
lest he should scare the child inside us.

Procession.














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