Enigma Poem by Edmundo Farolan

Tears – a human factor.
Do animals cry? Is it only humans who cry?
Death. Human, earthly death.
No one escapes death.
Buildings are constructed only to be demolished.
New coins turn to old coins,
profound blackness turns to superficial light.
Earmuffs. Boots.
A yellow Valentine card from C. Her way of saying goodbye?
Books selflessly smiling, reaching for thoughts beyond black verses,
or black prose, or simply black words staring,
attempting communication, meanings forming subtleties.
They’ll vanish, like poems, memories, safeguarded metaphors in red and black.
A basement painted in fluorescence for winter,
not summer in this cold town/city with conventionally indifferent people challenging me with its cold fingers,
shameful eyes/ice thinness/frigidity.

I see myself in uncoloured dreams and wave lengths.