Youth As A Key To Unlock The Door Of Eternity Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

You are not well
you are well, round not square, greATER FLOW FANS
ARENT YOU RELIEVED TO SEE THE COSMOS
DONT WORRY I WONT SAY A THING, WITH THE ENEMY IN FRONT AND THE FRIENDS BEHIND
HOSTILE ACTION,
YOU FINALY MADE THE BODY DO WHAT YOU WANTED IT TO DO
BUT THE SPIRIT
AS REGARDS ANABELLE, WHO I LOVE,
LOVE IS A FORCE, TO BE DIGESTED AMONGST CITRIC APETISERS IN A WARM GARDEN,
INNOCENCE, EXPERIENNCE, CAUSE AND EFFECT, BLACK AND WHITE, LILACS, GARDENIAS, FLOWERS ASSORTING THE GARDEN, OF FEELINGS, UNTOWARD, IN AN CLAUSTOPHOBIC AREA
BECOMING BORED BY THE LACK OF AMBROSIA, IN THE GARDEN, HAS EVERYONE GONE TO SEE THE VIRGIN, OR IS IT PRECIOUS REFUSING THE GIN AGAIN
MYSTERY AGONY
SAME OLD WORLD
TRANSGRESSING BECAUSE, I HAVE TO

IM IN THE SEA, FOR PROTECTION, ITS COLD
I HOLD IT
WHAT A JOKE
GOD, DOG, IVY, REFLECTION ON THE LAKE, IN COLOURS
CLUB OF THE IVY
TIME RUN OUT
SENSUALITY, AS A KEY TO UNLOCK THE DOOR OF CREATION, WITH ICE CREAM
THE MATTER, THE NON MATER
SUBJECTIVITY
CELEBRATION OF, A B C E I O,

LISTEN TO THE SONG, OF DIRT,
THE HIGH NOTES FROM THE LOW
HAPPYNESS SADNESS
THE CHOICE BETWEEEN MATTER AND NON MATTER, EVIL, FROM GOOD