Amid Strings

Amid Strings

You'll have to look amid strings

friends, believers, writers, readers

the strings of composition, the ones

that hold the pieces

together

while your body rests and mind

sleeps, slipping through

eternity - way forth and back -

whirling life's mess -

a pudding you lick

alone -

until exhausting flavor

and memory of light, becomes

day, astoundingly

you

you shape the horizon

to match God, so thin, untouchable

yet always there

as a destiny, irrefutable

to the blind

excruciating to the eye

that looks and sees

sun's piercing rays playing

the same act

as a fool, killing nonsense with

food

day after day

amid curse and bliss

you'll have to, if you

want to

enter heaven or hell, but enter

and be

© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho