Borges and beyond
by Roberto Lavidez
I walk
slowly
like one
who comes
from
so far
away
he doesn’t
expect
to arrive
the deprivations
the ignominies
of growing old
disintegrated
in the depths
of time
this dear
world
losing shape
fading away
sluggishly
your past
existence
magically
lasts
I surface
from
my own
dreams
from
the unseen
horizon
and from
the very
center of
my being
I am
touched
by the
frail
wisdom
lost
in every
man’s death
leaving
a verse
concerning
the sad
hour
images of
infinite and
solitude
the fiction
of time
destroyed
free from
love
from me
the essential
thing
is what we
always miss
the ancient
aura of
an elegy
still haunts
me
snuffs out
the faint
voice
of the
ancestors
we are
granted
agonies and
ecstasies
within
the web
of their
own
vertigo
all praise
to the
inexhaustible
labyrinth
mythologies
live in
your soul
oh destiny
of Borges
I do not
understand
how time
can pass
a world
of dust
of chance
of nothingness
sometimes
it moves
me
to pity
to one
eroded
by relentless
seas
©robertolavidez2014
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