Eternal sadness i
write. Within the beauty of literature
that i am embodied within, for, in my
excessively rapid writings of sentences
. simply stated: my weakness is the
elementary understanding of Time.
I do not grasp it. My mind is untethered.
And forgive me my precious readers.
No great magnificence (and who disposes
the element of time?). my little feet as
once i was a child were wet with the humid
tears of the deep south. Upon the Mississippi
River the sun seemed to lower itself upon the
muddy banks. the fish and the water upon
that evening lowered itself upon the horizon.
Swimming. On mind. On time. On Space.
The large legs of the Sunshine Bridge
broke its light. And within the distance
sugarcane sweetness. Is Louisiana.
My sweet land. My sweet tears.
:: 04-03-2019 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 