Krasimir Krivcev

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I HONOUR ALL THE USELESS THINGS

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AND SEEKING I STILL LOVE

Translated by: Вадим Банев

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You need not other gods, but vice.

So bend the knee now, let it melt.

Though hark! I am no prophet

wise, you've just inherited the spelt

that I've refined among the wheat.

Had I been docile, not combined

my faith with grain – the science suite,

on bread I never would have dined...

Then what of incest – Soul and

Flesh? And who'd observe it as

allowed? But I've prepared a brand

new mesh, that is a whole – within,

without. And Life was then my only

god, as having more is false devotion.

Not in my nature, find it odd.

Though seeking - still a nifty notion.


 

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