Murderous Decipherment Poem by Norbert Tasev

Killing silence, incomprehensible suffocation, dense crowds! He puts his mind to the ground, hopefully Estonian, the sluggish gang. - Eyes: Like empty craters, they yawn, offering melancholy answers. They can show less the lights of gassed, ragged roads and common sense in the brain, they can only indicate Heureka's solutions less often!

The heart is just a pointlessly pounding pump going up and down! The tamed boredom also yawns. He opens his horrible, abandoned mouth, and spikes injure my soul with bouncing whips! Somewhere even into the night, a shoreless squirming one-voice screamed. The dried tree leaves hissed under my feet. Yet they would wish for the ordinary miracle that had won a heartbreak in their hearts: A glow of glass as a stranded, shoreless sacrifice to save us from the filth of cheap, earthly hell!

The hall thrones of classrooms have been touched by my feet, almost always! The final last word of those sentenced to death could not have been mine either! The heart was always expanding, deepening and widening into a melted crater cavity, then the intellect saw there all the vile opposites that were still tense in the souls of the people!

I carried with me the alienation of outsiders - because it was the Order: Who defended the unappealable and personalized truth of Damocles over it. We fell into a Kharübdisz trap where snarling monsters tore our university flesh, our armored humanity, every day.