Forms

The light creeps
throught the crevices
and divides itself
in many forms
against the wall,
yet I am not there.
I have become lost again
in the emptiness
of the shadows
that sweep the floor.
I will wait silently
for another day
and then
I will begin to walk
until the light chooces me again.

 

Et quand la lumière est seulement
une boule de poils, un oeil transparent
quelle reflète-t-il, si ce n'est rien?

Et je retourne au vide lentement
ombres aveugles interposées
des cours demi sang entrelacement,
quand la lumière me suit
comme le rêve de ma chance dans
tout mon temps.

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And when the light is only
a ball of fur, a transparent eye
What does it reflect, if it is nothing?

And I slowly return to the void
interposed blind shadows
Intertwined half blood courses,
when the light follows me
like the dream of my luck in
all my time.

 

Much later no one will know
the struggles the light has caused.
For now,
there is safety in the darkness
with its gentle caress
against my forehead
as the breeze swings by
and causes a chill
down my spine.
There is no such peace
in numbers as we were told
it has all been a lie.
Yet, we believe it because
we are told so, and continue
searching outside the cave
yet longing to return.
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Guadalupe Cisneros Villa
March 23, 2022

 

You're on the floor, the light's on the wall. You haven't got to wait, you haven't got to walk if you want the light to choose you: you've got to rise!

 

I have risen many times as you are well aware my dear and wonderful friend, I will see you in june,

XOXOXOX