..A Little Note On Sin.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the trick is always
in the losing

when everything has
no importance

the self for instance
at this point is not

afraid to die, to travel,
to be stranded to fall into

an unknown landscape without
asking for help or

any saving mechanism for here
it is the letting go

letting life take itself
into life or even death

this is the trick
to have no sense of self

everything turns out fine
even if you do not remember

where is life? death are you
here? they look the same

with their scarred faces your
scared face your trembling body

boneless and without flesh
air as you want it, more than

what you feel, what you scream
what you silence

above the skies are skies
birds below them

butterflies wingless on
some grass of cruelty

a can is a pandora's box
releasing all the toxins

a worm comes out from that
apple that Adam had eaten

it is calling eve, eve,
calm the viper.....