I am not sure how long
\nour genius can last
\nwith its gift for paradise and agony.
\nIn a twinkling our lives
\nunfold with pauses and hesitations.
\nFrom the night’s airplane
\nI saw a carpeting of light
\non the surface of the planet.
\nThe jewels of Ali Baba,
\nbrooches of sapphire, gold,
\nstrings of pearl,
\nand I trembled.
\nIs this the ephemeral sigh of our souls
\nthat sleep in the cosmic dust?
\nAre we the knife blade
\nof life’s extinction?
\nThe confusion of the world
\nopening its eyes,
\nstruggling under an unbearable weight
\nof love and caring.
\nTo endure like a butterfly
\nborn above a hurricane?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am not sure how long our genius can last with its gift for paradise and agony. In a twinkling our lives unfold with pauses…<\/p>\n