Fifth Canto
I’m free from the fear of voyages
and the eagerness of yearning for
new lands evaporates solemnly
as a gray shade shrugs its shoulders
and old Death transforms to
the finger of a cosmic clock
enigmatically traveling against Himself
and unfulfilled wishes of
innocent girls and boys to
caress the absurdity of logic
An overwhelmed teenager balances
grand with trivial great
with minor splendorous with
ever wallflower unceasing
mediocrity and tiny-mindedness
a shocked sun hides out
back of the thickest clouds and leaves
only a shadow to mindfully rock strings
of marionettes between left
and right powerful and
poor between light and dark skinned
preserving the entrenched dichotomy
and I feel squeezed between my logic
creating and my body lusting after
the inexplicable yearning for heat
so arched tombstones smile
even more than is decent they
laugh at the expense of
uncommon sense and regard afforded it by
even a common thief
when a stolen pearl asks its shine
about innocence
soft petals and humble joys
answer: we can do better
Libros Libertad 