Give me the day as it is.
\nI want nothing of the past.
\nI am already covered with vines.
\nEverything flies apart with time.
\nWe become islands,
\nstars wink out.
\nThe curvature of time
\nbecomes flat,
\nthe wind stops at the shore,
\nbecalmed.<\/p>\n
I hear sounds
\nthat ring like bells,
\nsee faces so fresh
\nI follow them,
\npeeking from curtains.
\nI see quarries redeemed
\nwith houses,
\nand ask,
\nhow is this so?<\/p>\n
A wasteland of rock
\ncovered with walls and gardens,
\nand people
\nwho had vanished inside themselves,
\nand turned into butterflies.
\nPerhaps that will happen to me.
\nA husk,
\ncovered with the earth,
\nholding a nascent dream,
\nto wake,
\nclay
\nreturned with a flock of angels.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Give me the day as it is. I want nothing of the past. I am already covered with vines. Everything flies apart with time. We…<\/p>\n