Treasure Island

Rafael Cazares

(8/3/89 / Fresno, CA)

Critique and Resolution in my America


I leave off from my own dreams for a brief intermission
to observe our world and our people
and how we intermingle.

Clumsy, disoriented, dismayed, little to no eye contact.
Absolutely distant in reverie.
In these parts we are in fear to lose.
So we never gain and
Could only complain to those few we do have.

If we overcome this little malady,
The losses and riches are just over the horizon.
and that horizon, how lovely is it?
The sky sinking beneath the sea
where all the liberated spirits yearn
to be.

Earthly pleasures!
Hidden treasures!

Secure me under the veil of the night
so I can sink, like the sun.
For when I return I will illuminate the darkest corners of the soul
to reveal the mischievous children hiding behind our breasts.

Submitted: Friday, September 16, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, November 07, 2012
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