Mysterium

Oh, the strange distances we chart

in order to get closer to each other

only to find repent

in the presence of our lonely secrets...

Oh, how we die chasing after shadows

that only take body in between

the unedited solitude

of broken whispers and orphaned hands...

Oh, the wasted dissonance we cast

before settling into the warning

of a tornado of stars as they breathe and part anew

a sea of tiny particles from our lips' collapse...

J Guillermo Paleo