New
Year's Resolutions
It
was a circular area, surrounded by white, beautiful walls. Above,
nothing paled the blue sky, whatsoever...
the
signs, no signs of you, though I could look beyond those regular
abstractions, limiting, almost touching the idea that you could,
would be there
you
were in fact, there. The noise, the words, the meanings I keep
forgetting and then the landscape of you opens inside of me as the
noise alights on the space holding the dream I call me
before
any reason, the ground subsides slowly or the walls I believed so
firmly edified, bind their wings together and reach higher
this
white caveat had me locked, but I felt no fear, nothing. Observing
the smoothness of the surface, is just what it is, the lack of any
rung, just a certainty of no escape...
it's
still a circular area. Someone I think it's me is still there,
inside. I listen to the noise as it crackles between moments of
deafness – maybe I should switch it off.
©
2015, José Eduardo Coelho
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