The Thrones of Poetry
how far this distances we been walking
this distance that would bring us to a home
this highways of life with familiar signs
this unfamiliar terrains and streets of a particular city
this wherefore we would own
ournowhere place of an established office
so out of touch and obscure
beyondour highway of belongings
as you would assumed you could be an eagle to fly
instead of feet.
to an eternity of songs beyond this faltering lights
behind this slow commencing orchestra
this fragile wind, the soft rendition of trumpets.
the applause you thought you deserved.
the poetryand theperformance.
you've tradedfrom the sky of thought
the undiminished beauty of the prevailing manuscript
from this reservoir of ores
deft from the harangues of opinions,
from the masters to this stumbling apprentice
the fool in his threshold of notes.
the footholds to the thrones of poetry
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