lunes, 16 de diciembre de 2013

uncertainty



Certain that certain
eyelashes flutter
the entire history of an era,

I've walked these streets,
fearless, regardless
of the so-called state
of affairs.

For I am a poet;
one who is not stalling,
or stalking the skies
to open; merely
a beast
with a tongue,
certain
that my true name
is milk,
spellbound
by the dumbfounding
glitter of awe,

certain
that certain
eyelashes flutter
the entire history

of an era.