The Ever Changing

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The Ever Changing

The Ever Changing
The Lost One
The Foreigner
Conversations
A Fruit in the Grass

The history of the constellations
engraved in the brilliance of a leaf:
I would like to read the leaf
to remember that pattern
from where the living and the things
came forth.

And before the Great Night would devour us
hear its name,
just to cloud the proud darkness
with the ardent sound of the shattering light.

AuthorLuis Benítez
2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 May 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 42|0 Comments