sexta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2009

Diabetic Rose

One white rose
(lies in a glass,)
Given as a mute
Token of meaning,
Words crystalised actions
Actions concrete feeling
(not glass lies).

From supreme
She sprang before my eyes.
From sweet blissful
She unfolded the narcotic
Scent of Life.

Standing alone passively
Day in, night out
I bloom and she withers;
She talks and I fall silent
As someone beholding a mirror.

Like myself, cut off from its roots;
Like myself, sucking desperately
Sugared water;
Like myself, maimed and crippled,
Blossoming bursting petals
In a slow drift into Existence.

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