Omen

a rainbow in the window is or is not oracular.


feather of light left in departure.




unfair prism


divides us all.




wave or particle: I’ve never decided.


a prism my heart, then.




rainbow now, you arch-nemesis of ink


realize that with every line




I am exhaulting in or else fighting for my very soul


or the right to be dramatic about such things



write your own wings like any fallen man;


you engineered the falls



after all.


so you can’t build golden ladders or much less



climb them.


there aren’t enough fingers or feathers



in the universe to make me into an angel.


you acquire desire by being cornered



by existence itself. a flying thirstiness.


you will drink in the entire sky one day boy



and then wipe your lips and


ask for more

 

dof you no pen thor
ester now verte volar
huj for deos tru alas
dime cual acero
prefieres nnnood the 30
para no des vor tue y guer tema
aprende heyg fer noo des

on lutnnig on love

 

no entendi nada pero gracias por tus palabras.

::jos1:::

un beso
::jos2::::::blush:::

 

A work of art! well crafted. Original imagery, a poem of movement in an endless space and time. Bravo!

 

Many thanks i'm still right now in your country really nice to meet you, and many thanks for your words

I send you my best regards
nice to meet you.

Love eva