11.5.08

I want to know the wood...

I want to know the wood
of names
the moon of walls
i want to know who lives
between earthen commas

I’ll plumb the shaow
among erased letters
and between stars and sea
I’ll embrace a shrub
over summer’s waters

I enter a lucid sleep
as heavy as fruit
Blinded i bloom
in the scar on the shoulders
ignorant i know
the flow the essence.

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fotografia e selecção de poemas de João Silva