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5/24/2018 Tense by Simon Anton Diego Baena
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Tense
Every moment of my present
is seen through the eyesof the past, for the past is
in the present, perhaps.
I smoked fifty cigarettes
a day just to keep me
company in this journey
towards what can never be.
And I am reminded by this
moving frontier of wailing
women and parched graveyards
that there is no escape
from the lashes of life;
the house crumbles,
the garden burns, in
the ashes of a prayer.
It is as if I only exist
as a word or a verse
in someone's tragic poem:
the strings of a shattered
guitar wrapped around
a broken voice echoing
in the city of ghosts.
The majestic beauty of birds
and trees means nothing
to me: I am a room
with no windows,
a river
with no pebbles,
a heart
filled with holes.
An earth
with no gravity.
--Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena
5/24/2018 Tense by Simon Anton Diego Baena
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