Alexandre Nodopaka Poems

This is a lovely composition
except that the flute player
is barely distinguishable
to en passant viewer and with
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No stone that could be
upturned
was ever left in peace.
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Out of the silence
between the written lines
small portions
of my thoughts escape.
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As a child and since then
I'm attracted to anything that slithers.
Must be primal memories
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Would the world be in 3-D?
Would we need eyes to see it?

Since born to see in color,
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Blessed is the one
caught
between attributes.
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Out of the silence
between the written lines
small portions
of my thoughts escape.
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or
Aspirations of an Artist that Wouldn't Become a Martyr
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Arcane hieroglyphs,
mangled gibberish,
cross-orthogonal zigzags
scribbled across walls.
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The first time I met Jesus was in Paris on the way to visit
the Notre Dame Cathedral. At the time I was still young.
and trailed my parents in the Metro and was much in love
and all I really wanted was to meet Esmeralda.
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