To wade into desire
as if it were a tomb;
to rise from the dead
as if one had never perished.
To seek not the end
but the beginning;
to march on untouched
by the stillness;
to speak in a voice
that is one’s own.
I have tried this, and more,
to no avail.
© Ernesto González, 2009
2 comments:
Hermoso! To wade... hacía tiempo que no usaban, ni leía, ese verbito.
Gracias, Teresa. Saludos.
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