Smoothed like a gemstone <br />Now alone in the mine <br />Grey and full <br />Left to my thoughts and dreams of yesterday <br />Left to a now that is here and gone, playing hide and seek with <br />Masks and plays <br />We are what our muses allow <br />We are what carbon and water allow <br />Memory is harsh, memory is persistent and memory must die <br />Time to break the skin and emerge once again <br />Time for last blossoms <br />Encores, eternal, ephemeral, etcetera, <br />Coffee stains and notebooks <br />On this grey dawn <br />Bring chilled birdsong <br />A cardinal seeks its mate at dawn’s soft Kaddish to night <br />Lone in the bare branch, (as am I) who could have known <br />But time, that I would be where I could be and left to turn in the breeze as the last fall leaf <br />Stink bugs lie in their stink bug grave on my sill; hallowed carcass of a hollowed life <br />Left in the jungle at Mayan dawn,10 foot down with ghosts, calves and snails <br />Naked at dusk, covered in ancient dust and now a feast for gnawing bites<br /><br />Guillermo Veloso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-carbon-and-water-allow/
