Promethius Free Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

I could be free promethius,

what would promethius do, free to do what

to laugh, and sing and smile

to be like the wind, on which god spills his petals

to smell the fragrance of the petals

to sing a song we have never heard

A what gentle trumpet prophesising the disipation of light into the darkness

What would promethius do free, long for A caress lost in the wind.

He would open up the book of love.

kneel in the garden, the sun drys his tears, what elocuence would he know

What art confesses, what abbysm

Promethius free would sing what the sea says.

what is welcome to the cavern

what invisible form in the cavern careses spontenaiety

what lamp of love needs feeding, else the fire burn out

What bufalo in the cavern needs my fingers rubbed through his furr