Treasure Island

Guillermo Veloso

(September 25 1962 / New York City)

Supplicant


You are the deity
And I the supplicant
You are the mystery and I
The believer
Before there was mist
There was stone
Before there were lies
There was truth
Your lies are askew
And the truths you mouth are
Suspect
The comings and goings of
Your dressers are linear
Tracks easily seen and easily followed
Yet I am a believer
A supplicant
Of love and loves
Home; a desert cave for
A desert saint
Your coldness my manna
Your betrayals my scripture
Your absence my rapture
Your silence my gospel
Your indifference my faith

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 01, 2013

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