Have You Ever, and: Seré el poeta
- Have You Ever, and: Seré el poeta
Have You Ever
Have u ever sat there, with your shadow and tried to hold reason with your hands?
it is like water, slipping thru your fingers no matter how tight you close the gap its attempt escapes without effort
and right then and there your reflection reveals a hint in secret: it does not murmur nor does it have a scent nor trace of taste and when u ask it to repeat itself it cannot hear you
this mist of silence is the requiem that awaits us all either in life, or in death.
Seré el poeta
Seré el poeta o nada más su sombra
la que observa estallar cada palabra como una mosca
su himno, es la transparencia del vidrio la verdad, no tiene señal de alto. [End Page 96]
I was born and raised in Chicago. To write about oneself seems more difficult than I anticipated. The what, why, how, when, and where are all key points that seem of some relevance to who we are. But for the sake of efficiency, here goes: I write and choose my space wisely. Because this is where anything is possible; where all of time is intertwined. I am all of these words, and at the same time I am not, and this is only the beginning of all that I will become. And all these words are a manifestation of my True-Self.
