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He And She (And I)

The rigmarole of the world
passed over the stagnant wind
and here I found my shelf
waiting deep in desolation
inveigling sleep and protection;
I succumbed and play gargoyle

In the stillness of time and
the mayhem of transitions
I watched your lips danced
and sing the wordless lullaby
The melody that you spoke of
that echoes through the bones,
touches the silhouetteless souls

She was a fire coruscating
behind the forest's eaves
and the splendid mirage
that her voice casts is a wine
that enamels the sad veneer
and banishes the hissing diamonds
because in her, life is abundant
that I oversee death flagrantly
walking the edge of a scythe

In the same stupor of
paradoxical charades
I watched your hands fumble
from the tremors of your
fears, crimes, succors,
and how it held the fiery sword
to shear the doors of the world
and succumb to forgetfulness
with your eloped quintessence

He was an abyss in the sky
star-spangled and immense
My eyes cannot immerse
the adamant obduracy of
you cowering canopies
and the profound riddles
of your exquisite vagaries
and your promises
was just another poetry

I folded unto my sleep
because I had a dream
and its verdigris are as tasteful
as the cyanides of unreality
but now I am fully immersed
in the wakefulness of my sleep
and I curled, like a burnt twig
into my bleak fate and
swayed into a lack of dream.

poem by Norman Santos
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