Mesmerized, I wake from a floating dream
inside the Seven Manifestations.
I make coffee, My cigarette breaks its spine
in spittoon shaped ashtray.
Frosty ghosts fingers, wickless, arm length, milk white wax candles
on the living dissection table.
Farther away: rootless planets like a web-weaving spider.
The Known suggests from the Unknown…, forces…
Severed snake head calls for fragmentary legends
beyond this worldly hell,
the barely perceptible touch becomes a crippling grip,
their messages are increasingly threatening:
non-human hand written verses…
Eventually the shapeless turns to shape,
the watery horse-eyed lifeless begins to move…

Translated by Gabor Gyukics

Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary. Earlier books: (szellem)válaszok, A Nap és Holderők egyensúlya . New: Kiterített rókabőr. English poems published: Quail Bell Magazine, Lumin Journal, Moonchild Magazine, Scum Gentry Magazine, Pussy Magic, The Zen Space, Crêpe & Penn, Briars Lit, Acclamation Point, Truly U, Sage Cigarettes Magazine, Lots of Light Literary Foundation, Honey Mag, Theta Wave, Re-side. Known spiritualist mediums, art and explores the relationship between magic.

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