There’re no crawlers, traitors, vicious or virtuous.
Just love while it lasts
and empires
until they’ve fallen.
The evidence is more
traitorous
than deception and fraud.
The idiots’ awful applauds
solely
spare all lost things and missed tries.

The words we learned
towards years,
from timelessness,
from aeon,
from ubiquitousness,
towards space,
towards ages,
towards all our missed tries.

Ideas betray us
if we
don’t betray them first.
The only one we stay true to,
we traitors,
is the complexity of quarrels.
Whoever deceives us
never
forgives his own treason.
Like the Akeldama’s tree,
wiser,
he turns betrayal into a replica of the holy cross.

The words we learned
towards years,
from timelessness,
from aeon,
from ubiquitousness,
towards space,
towards ages,
towards doomsday.