The
Birth
It
all started long ago -
I
can recall the exact
place
and light
The
room had wide
windows
and that particular
day,
we sat around
the
center
in
a slightly oval form
So
long I forgot
the
face of others
their
names, their basic
behaviors
when
approaching
me,
just sitting and
waiting
upon light
or
shadow
to
erase my name as well as
the
present
It
all started when I
least
expected – landscapes
imploding
inside a
growing
city, a reduction of
scales
leaving
it all fuzzy
unfixed,
damn centered
though
negligible
It
all started there – the birth of
aesthetic
awareness – as a bullet
plugging
to my
sternum
it
drilled fast and steady
leaving
a sense of condensed
metal
pulling
everything to
itself
bemusing
spatial
orientation
and
that's why, the question
I
keep asking myself
why?
was
I alone
since
then on.
©
2016, José Coelho
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