Canto II — Averno, lead us The rapacious lake A figment conjured up by ancient lore Through thee we come alive Thus Let us Pass The test we’ve been committed to Nobody’s sons, nobody’s daughters We wade in dire waters Will we still sing the hymns of yore? Asterion, the star-crossed Minotaur and…

Canto I — Averno, wait for us The Bird-less lake A place where bodies are orphans Of pneuma Thus Let us Trespass This world, onto a new one The entrance to the netherworld shall welcome us Ariadne shall weave her thread For us never to get lost Arthur, the poet in a tamarisk…

Naked, you sail across the troubled waters Of my anguish, Oh Madness! Gracefully hoofing Along the doorways Of my pain Softly touching The bars of my jail Whose keys my mind holds You scratch the walls of my heart You merge sounds and colours from the veil Key of eternal…

Author in photo. Photo by author. Breathe Heart’s beating like sea waves Against high cliffs Feel free to be the buzzing bee around my ears My spirit is slowly acclimatising itself to those wet sheets And I’m swimming where icy waters meet Lie me down Allow me to wreathe my…

Mattia — What’s better for the Ego than the fertile land of Poetry? Unsettled by the vertigo Deranged with the unendurable lightness of being incomplete The intricacies of a woman’s womb escapes a man’s mind Every man’s belly is a desecrated tomb Though, the testicles are ripe Something grows within My lyrical…

The sound of seagulls echoes across the billowy sea The balmy summer breeze caresses their feathers A young girl sits on a bench by the seaside Building up the tide Beatific though her smile may be A foreboding sensation creeps into me The chorus of cicadas amplifies the summer heat …

Summertime, reaper of breaths Nacreous clouds over smoking heads All flowers bend down, all faces are pearled Sweat turns the skin saline and red The blood seethes, the arteries and veins throb constantly In the asphyxiating summer air, thief of lucid minds The sun sets up in the sky 5th…

We still prosper under the cover of the dark We rejuvenate in the cover of the rain We do not fix but conceal our mangled bodies From the clutches of light — in a digital heaven Though On light we thrive For we are shadows mere projections, dark secretions from…

Weird scenes in the mind of the mad Their visions prove hard to be grasped Rivers that do not reach their end Ephemeral reasoning cannot match their puzzling heads The ordinary is vanquished by the hysterical hand I must soak my white socks in the mud No respite shall I…