The Aura Poem by Romeo Della Valle

Pictures not yet drawn,
Pages not yet turned,
Still to be accomplished feats
Linger in infinity as a mist,
Somewhere between personal history
And possibility...

This is the Aura
If it could be seen,
Of the delicate framework
Surrounding each
Like a devoted puppy:
Closed now, then out of sight,
Underfoot, then distant,
Indifferent but dependent,
It must return and remain
A servant faithful or less so,
Still and extension of persona,
The Master! ...

I am the guide,
Who discovers the way again
Through the never ending jungle
Where a thousand untamed beasts
Crouch behind the trees,
The wildness, in the air, underground,
Apprehensive and bold,
Cautious and watchful,
Something approaches,
Wondering like me,
Friend or foe?


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