Ode to Andres Chaparro Pt. 3

Ode to Andres Chaparro Pt. 2

Ode to Andres Chaparro Pt. 1

Reprise: “The Shadow of Your Smile”

[Urania’s Song] 

Why are my eyes roaming in the moonshadows
of her silhouetted smile as if it was a montage

of her soul being projected as a chromatic fantasy
upon the umbra of the universe
gravitating to everything under the sun?

Why are my thoughts drifting dreamily with all

the colors coming and going yet somewhat slipping away from day, as if they were
the empress of heaven’s old clothes (or lack thereof)

composing the coda of its coming to a close…
only to find it is the reprise of these eyes.

GIFscapeS #2

Anatomy of a Moment 

Listened to as well as looked at
With only a split second depicted
The felt duration of a picture

Extends several seconds before
And after that frozen moment

From what just happened to what’s
‘Bout to happen
Dissolving in the trance of time.

Erato’s Love Notes Part 6

Through painting felt, yet 
unseen, except 

by heartstrings, love speaks
In melody
Always on the verge of ecstasy

With words falling 

Into place, simultaneously 

Upon every one 
Of my senses. 

The Beautiful Ones Not Yet Born (revision of “The Cipher of Life”) 

“If we were made in his image, then call us by our names
Most intellects do not believe in God, but they fear us just the same.”
— Erykah Badu, excerpt from “On & On”

With passion forged upon
Pain, time is the terrain
Of a stubbornly persistent

Technicolor cosmos that speaks
In the tumultuous tongue
Of a mutating Earth under fire

Of myriad blinks of an eye
Manifest in a maelstrom of motley
Mayhem; & love, the heirloom
Of our souls sown together, in spite
Of the media free for all

With its defamations of character
Scrawled on the wall, as we
Bear the wait of dreams to come

Embracing the face of faith
With grace to loosen the noose of angst
That has held us hostage

To a history scraped free of its old
Price, enthralled in the legacy
Of ancestral sacrifice — by DNA
We are locked into the cipher
Exhumed from the speechless dead
For the beautiful ones not yet born.

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