The Opening - Poem by Thelma Flores
for: Max Lopez
Today can be as lucid as my dreams mixed
I dwell confused
A journey parelled with distractions hinting satisfactions
leaves me relying my only sanction in the eye of the beholder
the older i become the moreclearly piercing visions get.
like dajauvoo re-occurances reviel again i overstand ive lived the same intense rotation
follow the routine
I'm dizzy from the movement, dizzy from the yearning to be stationary, dizzy from irratic phrases throwm from a distance
Limp root praises a faraway lotus flower.
'Mama what yu say is my fathers name? '
Should I live shamed?
A man ran from an unborn child.
Was I misery at his peak?
It's week 52 me and you.
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