and
in coffee: future: disintegrating
cube of sugar

infernus: my memory, mirror
of my visions

you smile, mitschuldig, but it's only a help
to those who need
footnotes; brace for the worst,
it will be about corpus hermeticum, finger
complains about sliver, the blind about darkness,
press ignores grapes,
but metaphorism work...

Translation: Pavol Lukáč