writings of light assult the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
the tall unknown city takes over the countryside.
sure of my life and my death, i observe the ambitious and would like to understand them.
their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
they speak of humanity.
my humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty.
they speak of homeland.
my homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword, the willow grove's prayer as evening falls.
time is living me.
more silent than my shadow, i pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
they are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
my name is someone and anyone.
i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
boast of quietness
Posted by Erra at 12:49 am