Repenbtism at sunset

I am only the reflection of the light that flows from the bards of the world, and poet because I live in their vicinity

Repentism at sunset

Because in life
we are travelers of the myth
and the mirage
and the oaks and the palms
in the distant blue
all have hints of madness
and a few possible watchtowers-

Because we feel the scream
of the flesh that yearns
for  nails on a trembling cross
at 3 o'clock in the afternoon ..

Because we feel the river
and the foam and the fall
and the spasm
of the rock and entrails ...
because being able
to be we are not
and we are in the mere event.  

Because at the end of the day ...
we are the fruit of Genesis,
and  we are the orgasm
of  eternal living
eternal creation.