I love now When I’m not in pain When the air is fresh When I can say “ahorita” And it might never happen Nothing to do but sit or lie When no one is calling When the screen isn’t on And there’s no sound But the birds
My Revelation was falseIt was not realIt was the opposite of realThere were no tearsMy hair didn’t stand on endMy eyes simply blinkedI looked up and downNothing changedBut I was silentFor a whileI felt the calm resonanceOf a bellA distant bellThis isn’t a real revelation
Our feet touchAnd that familiar spark returnsThe one that occuredWhen our eyes met9 years agoIn that dark, circular roomWhere only we existedWhere pain became peripheralWhere a foundation emergedFrom nothing and no one
I want to face deathWith open armsWith a full heartWith a wealth of experienceAnd knowledgeFor infinity to feast onWith an understandingOf nothingWith intensity but no panicWith laughterWith the same abandonThat I feel nowWith an offering, a giftI want to face deathAnd fight gracefullyKnowing I won’t win
I need to buy pensTo write Nonsense on this paper“Non” “Sense”My favorite kind of senseThe one that doesn’t requireReason or doubtDoubt is blind beliefReason is a prisonWriting nonsense to existRight nowWrite now
I Love Now
I love now
When I’m not in pain
When the air is fresh
When I can say “ahorita”
And it might never happen
Nothing to do but sit or lie
When no one is calling
When the screen isn’t on
And there’s no sound
But the birds
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When Our Eyes Met
Our feet touchAnd that familiar spark returnsThe one that occuredWhen our eyes met9 years agoIn that dark, circular roomWhere only we existedWhere pain became peripheralWhere a foundation emergedFrom nothing and no one
Graceful Dead
I want to face deathWith open armsWith a full heartWith a wealth of experienceAnd knowledgeFor infinity to feast onWith an understandingOf nothingWith intensity but no panicWith laughterWith the same abandonThat I feel nowWith an offering, a giftI want to face deathAnd fight gracefullyKnowing I won’t win
“Non” “Sense”
I need to buy pensTo write Nonsense on this paper“Non” “Sense”My favorite kind of senseThe one that doesn’t requireReason or doubtDoubt is blind beliefReason is a prisonWriting nonsense to existRight nowWrite now