Disembogued
The night fell asleep
Leaving the ancient ruins
And darkness surrounded
The sore mayhem around
Whilst inside this vault -
A vacuum
Where everything
Sank mordantly,
Unfettered from the tethers
Thriving to girdle
My bountiful unrealities
There was nothing left
Not a poet
Nor a poem
Even more alone
Than loneliness
Save the virulent strains
Of my reality:
Everything
Sinks
And the pilfered
Months of infinitude
Sank with rasping teeth
In this vault
Of white memories
With your goodbye
I am disembogued
Of whatever
Is left
poem by Norman Santos
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