Sunday, December 22, 2013

riddled with
non-sequiturs   
by Roberto Lavidez

listening
to stories
of those
who made it
and those
who did not
on the side
of reality
or on the side
of dreams
there are
countless
demarcations
hierarchies
territories
within
territories
all transparent
howled at
the notion of
remembering
invisible words
you couldn’t
even read
underneath
gripping dreams
of social justice
demoralized
by unanswered
prayers
you couldn't
pronounce 
right
melting
between
the world
of the gods
and the world
of men
rushing to
escape but
there was
no way out
seeing death
through the
veil of life
looking at
something
you never
saw before
or something
you never had
not knowing
if you were
awake or
still trapped
in the dream
having
accumulated
a certain amount
of baggage
avoiding any
real conversation
by answering
questions with
questions
believing in
the truth of
your own
invention
riddled with
non-sequiturs
don’t you know
death
was life
and every life
amid decadence
life on the verge
of collapse
don’t you know
was holy
that the line
that creates
the little circle
in the middle
of the ocean
is your heart
the driving force
for thought
which
nourishes
and helps
ideas grow
so you
can say
something
that would last
and have the
strength of
the very
humanity
of the
questions
you ask
if freedom
starts with
slavery and
sovereignty
starts with
dependence
you can be
understood
in the principle
of alienation
a quiet
secret fire
breathing
itself
and exhaling
the sounds
of its
increase

©robertolavidez2013











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