
Now and for Eons
He’s been in a state
of expectation for eons
amid so many utopias
he must choose a reality
what vanished re-appeared
the sea that can’t tame
memory always survives
on the surface of things
void, reversed echo under it,
longing for an unembarrassed being
an incomprehensible language
this young soul
he doesn’t know what to do
the body that ages in the mirror
since it possesses the sadness
of the distancing galaxies
perhaps the antiquity of destiny
since the by chance creation
to hide in the chancy
is a choice of a superb scheme
to leave eternity in eternity.