The broken Mist

“I Will not Cease from Mental Fight,”

Posted in Uncategorized by Jiménez-Smith on September 21, 2009


I have seen structures and times made of you.
Vibrated concrete saves from oblivion
A picture of you. Rhythms, the neon
lights; they all are images of untrue
religions. Future above us exists
in the digitalised memory we
may preserve of your eyes; however, tea
keeps warming while we contemplate wrists.
Of unwanted looks we make each other’s
share of not very comfortable silence;
yet, is my duty to call the others
to come and see, and delight, and commence
to think of you. To build you as solace
against a city that denies your face.


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