Razvan Morar, Self Portrait as Zero

You might say I’m nonplused when

I turn towards the nihility meted between

A nullipara and a neutered man.


Am I entirely possible?


I deny the lingering echo of immodest moans

Inside the neglected thoughts that return from abnegation.


Don’t mind me,

I just need to ingest the modulus from Medusa’s hair.


If I had her head molded on my commode

I could meditate on her empty stare.

It would do me solid good

To modulate historical vacuity,

To leave moulages of Diomedes in stony traces, on a beach,

In Limbo, because I can.


Moderately modest readers always modify me.

I’d never see the remedy coming, or the medicine going.

I nod to Nietzsche’s rippling “no”.

What a naughty renegade to know.


Will I, nil I, be in this nefarious modern nescience?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: