Friday, April 27, 2007

The Most Kept Secret

Don't have any idea
what's been my ingress,
When I came to the earth
to accoplish my dance.
Where was my entrance?

Have I acquired knowledge
was it just a simple luck,
Grabbing breasts
sucking by day and dark.
Knowledge or luck?

connecting th disjunctions I,
selling smile for a smile,
And making use of my eyes
as a poet's pencil.
modeling ones smile?

I don't have a clue
that cry is a power,
Tears are its bullets
to wound and capture.
Does its pain endure?

The crack of the earth
cozy spot for rest,
my entrance would be
my only exit,
ha!this, also, remains
as most kept secret.

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