Extacy Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

the thorns of life being a bit too sharp nonethelessand no loger was a ladys pawn,

angel when have you been at fault

why you are being a shadow of a godess, and depriving me of vistas

why do you deprive me of caresses

and give all, the physical world possesses

and give the infinite dimension the finnite dimension

a taste of mortality

i found myself im thy ladys bower, nonetheless

, consumed in raging fires, like from ancient timeless ages, fire that adored antique vows..... enigmas of extacy, can one really grow young in cruelty, the inevitable decent from heaven, found me swimming in lake como. I that open myself to winters foam, i must learn about botanical flora, the bees and the iguanas, i must fly like an eagle, no orienteur, patience with science, the torment is sure, one moments rest in the wind and another woman will bear me, rosegarden, i drag mysef appendix of the heart, jack london, pasion the milk of your verses in the rose garden fills me without being able to overflow i look at images of engravings in hatchette, after the dawn i lead this flock across the universe listening to opera, and waltzes, there is a band of dressed up vaudeville comedians \at the edge of the forest.