Cristobal Benjumea Poems

to live
or not to live
to fall
or not, to fall into the the black hole
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You are not well
you are well, round not square, greATER FLOW FANS
ARENT YOU RELIEVED TO SEE THE COSMOS
DONT WORRY I WONT SAY A THING, WITH THE ENEMY IN FRONT AND THE FRIENDS BEHIND
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YOU WERE THERE,
NOT HERE
SAY HELLO OR SAY GOODBYE
YOU IMAGERY SO FARR FROM AFRICAN PRIMITIVE ART
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Forest
and snow
and pink flowers
fountains, rivers that rush over the small stones
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You that promises, terestial paradise
to you i give thee a garland of faded magenta carnations
i begin witness to nirvana, and a foamy sea
ive been playing with my instrument
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sing, nightingale,
sing, and we comune to create a symphony
the high notes, the low notes,
the song from the top of the mountain
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