Sebastian Soberania Poems

working so hard
forgetting the lard
melting the oil
useless toil
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A long time ago
i have that fear that being alone can be a tragedy

For instance, who shall fetch me water from the well?
Who shall give me the glass? and serve me breakfast on the plate?
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I like to see hills. Meadows.
Blue skies. Blue birds.
Trees are lining like
confident soldiers.
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travel is a way of
forgetting that you are trapped
in an open place full of
chairs and tables which they
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For fear that it flies
away
over the fence
and be gone
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the two of us can make a good pair
we know it, we are just perfect for love
we feel it, we can make love grow as healthy as
the biggest squash of the county
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you look back
seeing another face in
dusk
you pretend you
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caught in this web
of a spider-
illusion and you are
once again the
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it is midnight and i hear
again the howls
of the distant coyotes
somehow
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i am sebastian but
at the same time i am also
not sebastian
i am in a vessel i am contained
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