Tuesday, 17 September 2013

Bone and flesh



Being a shred of smoke

the dew before arrives the sun,

an encapsulated emptyness in a nutshell.

The nothingness ... yes, and why not?

 
Being the void, as well.

 


I've learned from you, precious life,


in each pollen that wind brings to me,


in each insect of the night

that you sent me


to test this lesson of existence


between bone and flesh.


 
 
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