matter of taste

by Roberto Lavidez

the sun

was beating down

harshly through

the translucent blue

of a cloudless sky

shadows and light

played tricks

amid looming

stone walls

in a boundless

and anarchic

freedom

objections shaded

into another

acutely conscious

of the fragility

of power

and position

sinking wholly

in the hidden

purpose of an

unconscious

natural force

calls for

a radically

different

adjustment

to life

a dissonance

composed of

a thousand noises

each man naively

pursuing his

primitive impulse

not far from the

heyday of

imperial expansion

were lusts 

of acquisition

and of forceful

domination was

most appealing

no English

equivalent

is easy translation

putting aside the

ancient and

profound belief

its soil

was polluted

with spilling

innocent blood

there would

have been

periods

of quiescence

across a giant

vista of fields

and forests

but the sky

where dwelt

spirits

of the dead

caused mighty

rains to pour

plunging into

darkness

the world

before arriving at

absolute certainty

to a flash of insight

following the 

sun’s flight 

of pretentious

whimsy

that the order

of the universe

was a mere matter

of taste determined

by the idiosyncracies

of the moralist

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