November

Literature that is no longer readable

At the expectation

Of faintest love

The desperate agreement

With the laws of the world

Empty the sketchbooks

Ransacked by words of the hand

By movements of the fingertips

A vast field of greenery and flies

Telegrams, without address

Without recipient

By an unknown sender

Too much loyalty

In impossible faces of men

Too much serendipity

To sell for friendship

To expect reward

A silence more forceful

That rustling jolts

All the more forgetful

Swallowed by rivers

Watching over the planes

From the bottom of the waters

The legs bruised not by rocks

But by the soft touch of the fish

The algae

The softest pasture

Fallen into disgrace

In a winter morning

Next to a violin

In the abandonment

Of beauty

A lonely mirror

Trying to catch a glimpse of the woman

In another room of the palace

Imagining the vanity

Of aging gracefully

Brushing the hair

With linens of gold

Praying for innocence

While devouring the flesh

Of a sinful soldier

Or another murderer