Antonio Justel Rodriguez

Intimate spring on Earth

 
... For the endless holes of my abode
Mother sprouts and jactes today,
And, beautiful, drunk my enclosures,
the essence of a browsing rose;

... this day smells like moon and rain
and other dark and different breads;
On the deadly flight of instincts,
The soul feels the illuminated night;

How can life be so beautiful,
If emerging from an impossible angle,
Due to the mud, it is turned on and flashed?

... in its cup, very close and tangible,
Queen God, and his being becomes visible,
Molten with the sun that lives in it.
***
Antonio Justel Rodriguez
https://www.oriondanthoseas.com

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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/26/2023.

 
 

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