What He Said

Eminently the 3rd letter by Mihai Eminescu begins to take shape. While it is true that both came strangely The first languidly and lazily Wishing to be protected and kept away Wishing simply for one more day The second like a bolt Always in a hurry Always in a fuss A m n in a rush Doctors multiplying In a room they circle around Like vultures, come to claim the crown And so she dies With her entire genome stolen And towards redemption One song remaining That of Justice and mangled Yet so entangled That she begins to sense the meaning of What memory and melody Combine Thus rhapsody And erozii On moment Eminescu said “What Eminescu wrote”