Failure

Diana speaks to me

musings of breaths in the darkness of seas

as she swims across the Gulf's straight

Defeat awaits her and from the ruins of despair 

she surges victorious, poking through  unmet

expectations with such docile grace

Through the gates of fiction

 Ofelia comes to me, like an allegorical poem 

of Neruda: captivating and sincere

Graves mistakes she committed 

in her journey for redemption: unwise 

youth the marred bride of innocence

How hard it is at times to confront 

the unwalked steps of our journeys,

and to swallow the bitter consequences 

of our most innocent mistakes

Fold outwards! Gain new understanding!
The sisters of unyielding wisdom whisper 

to the attentive defeatist that there is a nobler
and macroscopic side to life's most difficult defats

Us

What would it have been like

to circle around the smallest 

point of space and time,

that primordial singularity

that held in its embrace,

all at once,

your story and my story,

my tears and your laughs,

our dreams, our lives?

As we implode into the

midsts of this unpalatable darkness,

populating with thin brushstrokes

our own cosmic nothingness,

we undergo a most vivid mitosis

carrying out the incomprehensible

actualization of our smallest selves

And in these private evolutions
we never fail to raise our telescopes
in search of our origins, clamoring for
that  essence when we meshed
 together into the joyful and sorrowful
dance of of friendship

Comparmentalization

The silence of the future

forcefully opens up to the present's caudal tides.

The offspring of this most elemental union:

the complex tapestry of our past.

Will you remember the exquisite conversation

that once brought youthful optimism to your life?

Or the last laugh as you rolled down  a thunderous

hill on a summer night?

And have you forgotten the lesson that those 

tears of fire solidified on your soul as they became dry?

Life richness is budding on the smallest details

so easily forgotten, so commonly drowned,

and yet invincibly reccurring.

It is as if life resilience's purpose was to 

insure that we depart with at least 

this most simple lesson.

Compartmentalization is forgetfulness's antidote:

The dullest of matrices, may come alive to 

fill up an empty hard drive,

an empty skull,

a hungry heart.

A distant memory

I see you in black and white,
a smear on my screen 
secretly opening up a door
to the unknown universe
that you now inhabit.

I feel astray and distant
from a future,
that never
came 
to 
be.

My remembrances of us are
so unlike the motionless
image flickering on my screen:
constantly metamorphosing,
from perfection to a man
living in the delicate body of
a woman.