by Camelia Leonte

He bears his vertebrae on his back.
I wonder what spiritual rage drives him,
what joy, what terrible need to push on.
Beyond this, the world –
shining abortion, unpredictable fetus
whose eyes learn how to focus.
Here – the cloud
grown to resemble
a child tormented in the snow.

Translated by Mihaela Moscaliuc

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