guillermo veloso Poems

There are leaves on fire of the
Singed Tree
But this darkness will not pass
So I follow the ghost
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I was dreaming my dream in my dream
Soaked in your scent and tangled in your hair
Swimming in the dark to find the you of you
A drunken dharma set in motion, reaching for
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This tropic
This Sargasso
I am lost here
Stranded and still
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So let me suckle on the
Sun-baked breast that was
This day and pour
Its glory over my head
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Come, come, orishas
Saints of passion
Consecrate this hallowed ground
Moist with sweat
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Connected in dissonance
Riding the light of
Both particle and wave
Trapped in a matrix of thought that builds the frame
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I picture that soul in a jar
I picture it sullen and defeated
I stare through the
Grease smeared glass that hides
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There is a darkness I reach for
In these cynical times
At once cold and comforting
She allows me respite from
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I free you now
From the realm of the small and improbable
And desire
This cycle of start and finish
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Look for the beauty in
The old woman she has become
There, undiminished, is the fire
That set a heart aflame
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