Forward

I look without seeing
and I keep the pedal pressed
of going forward.
Ahead is death
which He killed, for me,
The Word.
Trampling down death by death
I go forward
and I trample myself
and I lie down under the pedal
of going forward
and I seek The Word
and I find
only words
which no one has killed yet
before.

Șerban Madgearu