Sculptor, Japan (1951)

Features of a mystery

my carnal mind keeps asking why
my defeated heart keeps searching how
silence like an insane cast bronze bell is deafening
behind the helicopter blades, millions of insects are buzzing
i want to draw my face

forty years of wandering won’t dry the land
rivers of colors will emerge uncontrollably
devastating everything, boredom and fear
it’s in your rhythm that i can see my reflection
i want to draw my face

it’s a dimly lit area where everything is perceived
through a tinted glass or a thin white veil
but in this state of uncertainty, i finally see my infinity
i draw my face  


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