If
This Is Me
Today,
I'll be the water
drip
drinking your dust
fainting
into earth's crevice
thinning
out
memory
tomorrow
you can find me
among
the splinters of your
crystal
voice -
I,
a naked particle
with
no aim
besides
being
the
multitude or eventually
a
river, an ocean -
manoeuvring
one side of
absentness
from
north to south
and
perhaps then
rising
to
the clouds
©
José Coelho, 2015
