Will There Be Pain In Freedom Finally? Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am happy about this.
this morning, i opened an obsession.
a body, a face, an arm, a leg.
the rule of the game is not to touch
but only to think, or imagine.

one can choose, to open your eyes
or close them, whichever pleases
you the most, you must take.

i open my eyes wide, i keep my legs
on foot. Imagination is an eagle searching
for its prey. High above the sky.

i spit a part of myself. That is another
rule. Swallowing is as hard as swallowing your pride.
Not fattening you say, but it is hideous to me.

what makes me happy is that i am through
with this. It does not tickle my armpits anymore.
I am done.I am full and i do not feel that
need anymore to be there with you.

i reviewed the images. The colors have turned
to black and white and with this colorful life
that i have, i have began to dislike it.

i travel a lot. That is color and images.
seas, shores, skies, islands, people, men and women
poor and rich, children and servants.
Palaces and gates, and lakes and hands and boars.

there are extremes. You know that very well.
There is an obstruction, we jump over that.
i repeat, perhaps, tomorrow love will stop.
Lust will disappear. God will come beside my
bed and He will be pleased.

I do not wish to be in said position and do it
myself. I have wanted something to happen at random.
Fate shall have hands to touch me and make be
new like a sprout of an old seed that history itself
with its wiles and caprices had long forgotten.

this morning i hear a servant sweeping the yard
of this house. The rain had stopped and the wind
ceased flying.I mean, the fog is here.

and what i like most about you is that now
you have turned into a fog. Fleeting feeling.
You will be here with me in a short while and
then be gone.

It is my happiness. Someone i love finally departs.
Will there be pain in freedom finally?