Dispersion


And only when I unclothe every memory –
then I recall.
When was it –
when I have been a man.
A half was taken from me
when Logos was radiated.
A half was taken from me
when nebulas were precipitated
and another half –
when there was a condensation of small islands.
A half was taken from me
when every single star insulated itself with its entourage.
And it was followed by many other separations
to get a human body at the end.
So many halves were taken from me,
and today I am a whole
only if I abandon them.

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I am bulgarian, born in 1982. I have three published paper books in Bulgarian language. The last was named "Sedimentation of Nature". My English is poor, but I'm learning. I'm trying to translate some of my works. :)
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