by Fahredin Shehu
…where the nameless paths lead
I found myself utterly speechless
went to Valley of sacrifice
all ears I turned the phony self
into prey for the gods in the crimson
meadow and the field and the forest
turned blood. Alas ignoramus
unaware of the burden of loveless life, my life
the fractal from the primordialcreation
the wave and the particle pulsating
from one end of the visible Universe
to another semi-visible one
and the dark matter and dark energy
I painted crimson as if I recall how
I washed the emerald Horizon
that rained blood
