Absent Reaper

The skinny grimace of those who
love us
trembling suspiciously in the
eyelids
it's a crotch's rainbow
from one to the other
gold at the bottom of the pot
gold in the teeth of death
Mars retrograde transit
dry cut
God on the run...

In everyone's hands
the mark is put
as a souvenir
of the original clay.

Craft mold?
a basin or a lamp
one that sustains
another that shakes and illuminates
twilight between two sleeps
man under renovation
stuck light bulb
over a book
and body and snow and stone
uncertain flame.

And now this honey
gives meanings
to hidden beings
by the vessels
that shaped
by the flames...

In the mystery of waiting
immortal bread
eternal light
death comes out
behind the worn basin
of the lamp and
(pilgrim spirit)
brings the radiations of the whole
everything radiates
skinny smile
everything delights
and has love for the lamps
and basins
more than the source
more than clay.

All are vessels
fluttering
moving away beyond
of age of reason
going to the last moment
to peer into the impossibility
the obscurity
traction of famines
immortal waiting
of the final pitch.


PAR