Roberto Tejada Poems

Vulnerable therein & perfectly
relinquished by statis,
object always of my
natal, crepuscular desire,
...

We'd often
been included in
the weather, whose
changes (as in the
...

There is someone who knows.
In no beginning
was there just one language
nor did the surface gleam
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When from my counted days I think of
times still owed to me by tyrant love,
and my temples anticipate a frost
...

When I stop to consider my calling, remark
the places a wayward temper impelled me
I've found in light of where I wandered lost
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For days to situate the flesh in whose inadequate precinct
motionless: a monolith of the often spoken
of which nothing is
...

And surfaced a flame in the dark elsewhere
of one remembered form: just one,
suppose it the flesh of unspecified man
a mouth down deeper between my legs
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