Inexhaustible New World (Part I)

Inexhaustible New World

Part I

There are afternoons
where I sit, fixed
sight beyond the
window
and nothing occurs to me besides
thinning out among the colors that fill
the retina

Forms lose
a meaning, then;
gradually cease to be
useful or convinced
falling to the ground as forgotten

origami

pieces

At such times
the world is a diffuse
thing, intensely oneiric
and everything follows
a liquid sweetness of infant-juvenile

evocations

© José Coelho, 2015