The 11th Dimension
Life is like dying
Full of grace
The whipped cream
On the wedding cake
Thrown into the light
Of a face
In slow motion
The snail
Caressing the warm asphalt
On Mars
Spinning ping-pong balls
Like dervishes
In a blue
Cathedral
Of glass
Blown
By the mouth
Between cigarette breaks
Shyly curling
From the mouth
The smoke
Of a campfire
In which flakes of snow fall
Carried by the wind
That blows away children's laughter
Behind the barracks
Of red stone
In which men celebrate their love for old cars
While the radio
Carries waves
Of sound
Prayers of whales from the deep sea
Sonars of northern lights melted
In the sky
A tent with shadow plays
Bisons dream
Mosquitoes hiss
Beer wells into a glass
Shared
Between strangers
The time
The
Earth
The now
I see time
I feel life
And dying
United
In a tender tear
That winds tickling
Along the skin
Of a boxer
Streets divided
By spotlights
Diamonds
And jazz
Raindrops
Drumming
To the dance of an old
Couple
Forgotten
Long ago
Or not yet remembered
A candle trembles
To the music of a cello
On a cemetery
Of happiness
Forgotten by the noise
Of the city
That quakes
The quake of the earth
Mixed with rainbow notes
Written hastily with ink
Of Sepia
Old negatives
Timeshift
Moments of the future
Between the unrest of a teenager
In the night before his first kiss
Clad by the sheet
A ghost
On wild horses
Mosquitoes greet
With itching skin
Folds wander along a skirt
At the Himalaya
Of nothingness
New Year’s rockets bloom
Rose petals get caught in a strand of hair
Brown and curled
The sea of Portugal
Layered rocks
Trains squeal
In a curve
Hands born
Of light
Folded
Like origami paper
Warm and dotted
The light under the plane tree
By Renoir
A Paris of antiquity
Full of pyramids of poetry
Film rolls in plastic cans
Packed for Christmas
Childhood happiness
Which transports
Longing or melancholy
A boy in Central Park
Holds a hand grenade
Between fairy tale sculptures
That come alive at night in the fog
A glance
A shadow light
Organ music dances in the dust
Of an ancient game
Which the grandpa hands to the grandson
A horse sacrifices itself
For the King
Of chestnut wood
Roofs
Groan
Under snow
That melts away
On the asphalt
Between chewing gums
With cherry flavor
Stolen
From Mexico
From the bottom shelf of a store
Awakened
By children's hands
Soap bubbles
That paint music
Between skateboards
That hover over the halfpipe
An ambulance
Honks hastily
Masterless
A doll on the park bench
Directed full of hope to the sky
Where contrails collide
Coking people
Slur alive
At the grave of their friend
A mime is frightened
By his own shadow
Growths of photons
Patter down the rain gutter
Hidden under moss
Coins from the War of Independence
Shoreless sadness
Comfort in the brain
Of a mentally ill person
Without reason
But with intent
Albert a clown
On a pickup
Around
Without audience
And applause
The force of cotton candy
An Einstein-Rosen bridge into a distant galaxy
Book pages wave in the wind
Letters full of world-magic
A fleeting scent
A suspicion of summer
That will not begin
Despite swallows
Ballet detached
From the heaviness of
Existence
Meaningfulness
In the nowhere
Of dark matter
A labyrinth
Of questioning quiet eyes
Of physicists
Behind thick spectacle lenses
Long not cleaned
A tombstone that carries small stones
Love messages engraved
Under the skin
Of a goddess
At the bottom of the Pacific
Breathless silence
Postcards
Stuck
In the stomach of the mailbox
Magic is reality
Dreams flow past
The windows
Of the commuter train
A child sick with cancer
Comforts its mother
Who transforms into God
Who smiles
Without movement
The 11th Dimension
Life is like dying
Full of grace
The whipped cream
On the wedding cake
Thrown into the light
Of a face
In slow motion
The snail
Caressing the warm asphalt
On Mars
Spinning ping-pong balls
Like dervishes
In a blue
Cathedral
Of glass
Blown
By the mouth
Between cigarette breaks
Shyly curling
From the mouth
The smoke
Of a campfire
In which flakes of snow fall
Carried by the wind
That blows away children's laughter
Behind the barracks
Of red stone
In which men celebrate their love for old cars
While the radio
Carries waves
Of sound
Prayers of whales from the deep sea
Sonars of northern lights melted
In the sky
A tent with shadow plays
Bisons dream
Mosquitoes hiss
Beer wells into a glass
Shared
Between strangers
The time
The
Earth
The now
I see time
I feel life
And dying
United
In a tender tear
That winds tickling
Along the skin
Of a boxer
Streets divided
By spotlights
Diamonds
And jazz
Raindrops
Drumming
To the dance of an old
Couple
Forgotten
Long ago
Or not yet remembered
A candle trembles
To the music of a cello
On a cemetery
Of happiness
Forgotten by the noise
Of the city
That quakes
The quake of the earth
Mixed with rainbow notes
Written hastily with ink
Of Sepia
Old negatives
Timeshift
Moments of the future
Between the unrest of a teenager
In the night before his first kiss
Clad by the sheet
A ghost
On wild horses
Mosquitoes greet
With itching skin
Folds wander along a skirt
At the Himalaya
Of nothingness
New Year’s rockets bloom
Rose petals get caught in a strand of hair
Brown and curled
The sea of Portugal
Layered rocks
Trains squeal
In a curve
Hands born
Of light
Folded
Like origami paper
Warm and dotted
The light under the plane tree
By Renoir
A Paris of antiquity
Full of pyramids of poetry
Film rolls in plastic cans
Packed for Christmas
Childhood happiness
Which transports
Longing or melancholy
A boy in Central Park
Holds a hand grenade
Between fairy tale sculptures
That come alive at night in the fog
A glance
A shadow light
Organ music dances in the dust
Of an ancient game
Which the grandpa hands to the grandson
A horse sacrifices itself
For the King
Of chestnut wood
Roofs
Groan
Under snow
That melts away
On the asphalt
Between chewing gums
With cherry flavor
Stolen
From Mexico
From the bottom shelf of a store
Awakened
By children's hands
Soap bubbles
That paint music
Between skateboards
That hover over the halfpipe
An ambulance
Honks hastily
Masterless
A doll on the park bench
Directed full of hope to the sky
Where contrails collide
Coking people
Slur alive
At the grave of their friend
A mime is frightened
By his own shadow
Growths of photons
Patter down the rain gutter
Hidden under moss
Coins from the War of Independence
Shoreless sadness
Comfort in the brain
Of a mentally ill person
Without reason
But with intent
Albert a clown
On a pickup
Around
Without audience
And applause
The force of cotton candy
An Einstein-Rosen bridge into a distant galaxy
Book pages wave in the wind
Letters full of world-magic
A fleeting scent
A suspicion of summer
That will not begin
Despite swallows
Ballet detached
From the heaviness of
Existence
Meaningfulness
In the nowhere
Of dark matter
A labyrinth
Of questioning quiet eyes
Of physicists
Behind thick spectacle lenses
Long not cleaned
A tombstone that carries small stones
Love messages engraved
Under the skin
Of a goddess
At the bottom of the Pacific
Breathless silence
Postcards
Stuck
In the stomach of the mailbox
Magic is reality
Dreams flow past
The windows
Of the commuter train
A child sick with cancer
Comforts its mother
Who transforms into God
Who smiles
Without movement
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