Transient Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I was told hazily,
Rid of all trivialities
But only to inspire faith,
Belief, and stern savvy in me
To let it rain,
To let the rain swallow me whole,
Let the deluge embrace my soul,
Let the Sun burn holes
On my eyelids, let it excavate my iris
And too bold and bare enough,
I was told,
To let terror set in,
With its sharp, sinister fangs
And let the world cascade upon me,
With one more lethal breath,
I was told to let myself die
Only to be new again, restored
With flourishing strength to vie
To pray, to eat and love,
To hope, to curse, to emancipate like a dove
And with that, I was told
To let myself
Die in the middle of a scorching arid region,
Permit myself to wither in any unsparing season,
And from there, the ashes of my aeon
Will usher another verve,
And again, to let me love
To let me eat and dine with fancy people
And so, I was told once again,
To let myself grow jealous of the stars
For they alone know that in a cycle that is perennial,
In rivulets, no feeling is final