What Water And Carbon Allow Poem by guillermo veloso

Smoothed like a gemstone
Now alone in the mine
Grey and full
Left to my thoughts and dreams of yesterday
Playing hide and seek with
Masks and plays
We are what our muses allow
We are what carbon and water allow
We are what memory harsh and persistent, allows
Time to break this skin and emerge once again
Time for last blossoms, coffee stains and notebooks
This chilled grey dawn
Brings a lonesome birdsong, a
Chortling cardinal seeks its mate in the dew it's song
Like dawn's soft Kaddish for the departing night
Alone in his branch as am I.
Who but time would know of my memories?
Left now to turn in the breeze like the last leaf
As I look on the coming daylight washing in and
Stink bugs lie in their stink bug window sill grave
I see the hollowed shells of hallowed lives
I see my essence
Left in the Mayan jungle,10 foot down with
Ghosts, calves and snails
Covered in ancient dust and
A feast for the gnawing bites of time