Of those things which are known as those things - Peter Macsovszky

So as every kind of harmony includes its own

opposite one - a firm and disintegrating seed

of confusion continuing in a secret growing -

so the confusion itself.

So the confusion (probably) contains

its soft, inner and freshly red juice of harmony.

(‟Oh, I know that birds can fly

and fish can swim

and animals can run.”)

The point, the immobile seed of circle, the seed

of moving, the seed of whatever on the edge of doom,

the very centre of pulsing and of neoplatonic

emanations of the universe...

If it intends to become a true and regular circle

- and to become a part of its being - and to be

an absolute harmony, a maximal multi-angled shape,

a tautology of its own symbol

and not to be only a concave or convex,

elipse-like or misty shape,

a figure of the fusion of will and desire

- and not of power - so it has to grow

in every direction, simultaneously.

The female wins the male thanks to her restlessness:

the standstill always humbles her

and the number of people increases. Inside the every one

of them the dead end is the longing for harmony.

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Peter Macsovszky (born 1966) Slovakia

Translated by Martin Solotruk

Source: Visgrad Magic Cube