Ser, no solo creer.
Que nuestra luz que emite sus propios rayos
Nos ayuda a resonar y a expresarnos.
Es mi propio himno.
Un impacto de estrellas que al fín chocaron;
Un relámpago que ilumino los sentidos,
Estrella y mar.
Línea, luz.
Un camino con distintas salidas y
Entradas. Y Entre las salidas, entradas.
Un laberinto de todos tus sueños y empeños;
Tus esfuerzos y tus virtudes.
Quiero que empieces ahí.
Reverbera el himno.
Se me escapa lo que escribí.
Volví a aludir a un sueño.
Ser, creer.
Sometimes
Clear skies, make watery eyes.
It’s the beginning of the fall. The brisk
Air feels like cold dew.
An allergic flare,
Yes.
Northerly climates,
That a swarm of birds forecast.
Clear sky, don’t
Cry. Around
That corner, could take cover.
Can you see my eyes
Passerby?
Tell your coffee’s steam.
Just around the corner,
Brick wall of a building,
Great brick building of a wall.
Up this way will do.
No haste,
Steady pace –
I’m wearing nothing,
Except clothes.
Clear skies, cloudy
Eyes.
Strong winds,
Strong Minds.
Shh…
Take cover ‘round that
Corner.
Brick Building. Great brick
Building of a wall.
I’d evade
The masquerade.
Yes,
Up this way will do.
How could I start it this way.
On a train ride from here to elsewhere; to where I am unsure.
To where I am certain.
When should I call you you?
I don’t want to write this, I want to tell it.
I know you can’t see what it’s worth.
If you called me, I’d know.
Please answer.
Even if
it’s
you.
That night was filled with
standers-by, thus
A surge in city cars. Even then
I walked, well, tread, from those certain
City blocks.
I walked, well, tread, to my group
Of city blocks, despite the many
City cars,
Not to clear my head but mind.
I always am wont to notice
The change
-of- view:
The transition of blocks paved with concrete
To those laid with cobble stone.
The segue of scenes-
Of buildings glass and upward built,
to brownstone homes to parks
with grass.
And old blocks with aesthetic
old-school fringe, from the ones
with glass and tint.
And If there is a fussy
Line, what is your store about?
That’s not to say by 8 I’d make
It home, rather that by 8
I’ll make it home.
At last in my group of blocks!
Ill make it safely home from where
I tread. Up from where I headed,
Finally here, finally home.
Two lines that you follow,
Not single file like elementary
School;
Two lines not paths, for
There are many paths one
May follow and can cross.
Two lines where-within
structure meets premise
Meets subtext meets
clause meets
Purpose meets context meets.
Meets muse.
Two lines where-
Within everything met; in
between the
Lines, if you follow.
Plume to ink to sheet
Within two lines you follow.
There is a well I’ve
Known.
A deep grey space that
looks like day old clay
where to
sorrows fled.
I’m sad for sorrow’s sake.
It was deep and grey.
Dwell the well,
Where I fell heavily.
Damp, cold, deep grey
crevasse
Where I
Laughed.
I smiled, as
All the sadness died upward,
Up and Up.
All the way to well,
for sorrows sake.
Doctor
still man
Who took
Me in
Who said
I care
Or so
He
Did
n
‘t
.
Steadily walking along the
Storefronts
Of Bleecker Street
near Charles.
Steadily walking along
what came upon
Me on my night walk –
Not upon me, rather what I
happened upon;
A bar with a blunt name.
A waste truck pulled up.
After, a party of few
Came out to smoke
For outdoor chatter.
Stunted and
Sober the walker.
My foot lay flat
On the wall
By the bar that came
Upon my walk.
Not that came
upon my walk, rather
That I happened
Upon.
Like a mighty feat,
Running on the track
And field,
And a winning
Streak, almost like,
Where were the opponents
Kind of streak.
They all saw it,
And were overt with zeal.
They watched him from the sideline…
They shed tears of elation.
All pains and losses gone,
All and all overcome.
Those with whom you
Sat, and jotted down the where
And what have
You. Talked
About
The where,
What have you
In
Lobbies of buildings
That.
In rooms with walls
That talk, not if they could.
Where do we go now?
We(you).
