Kafkaesque

obscurity

by Roberto Lavidez

there are only

two things

truth and lies

explained by

the obscurity

of ancient times

I am standing

on a piece

of waste land

dancing the

dances of

the age

in order

to be safe

from the

sirens

escape like

steam in

the very

moment

between

one’s own

words and

one’s own

convictions

this life

appears

unbearable

another

unattainable

a nibbling

at our own

limits

it must end

in the realm

of the

inexplicable

the answer

prowls

round the

question

the thing

is to darken

or even

indeed

to blot out

to annoy

or to deface

or to destroy

completely

yet I do

nothing

to change

anything

there was

a buzzing

and whizzing

in the fields

he who

seeks

does not

find

even the

glimmer

of the

undying

fire

only a

state of

being

that craves

the last

breath

©robertolavidez2014