Child of a prayer exposed in error
Father and mother – our paternal bearer
Gift for an eye, for the other – terror
Through the third, we become its wearer.
Whimpering ahead of birth
With limbs of our own, embracing dearth
In absolution, regardless of worth
Child, don’t succumb, as through you we unearth!
Uncomfortable truth without reason nor layer
Disassembled your insides and knit its conveyer
Through third, tearing out the soothsayer
We become your favorite betrayer.
Autonomous existence divided in two
Child – father and mother anew
In emptiness, echoes the only prayer we knew
Your existence and truth are just another taboo.
Emanuel Ștefancu 