Sunday, October 12, 2008

Thought or desire?

The Enigma of Desire

The Enigma of Desire (Salvador Dalí)

Then comes this thought

(or is it a desire?)

and takes over

and fills the empty hallways

of contentment.

Oh, what a wicked hand

it turns out to be.

I see these dead stones

rolling, gathering dirt

and abandoned dreams.

I listen to the buried bulbs.

I smell flowers filled

with disgraced wisdom.

Enough, I have heard enough.

Let me have a minute of anticipated silence.

Let me enter these whispering terrors

by myself, nervously at ease.

Let me enter this thought.

Let me fulfill her desire.


Isis said...

It is already the desire.

Ernesto G. said...

I guess it is. A thought is a desire.