by Tacio Tamayo
Living
in such life is deliriously madness
Having
such gift of writing is so specializing
Rhythms
of the letters and worlds speaking to me
To
pertain or not to enlighten up to hierarchy.
I
write and dictate but eroded and hewed
I
breathe and speak yet throttled and obdurated
Gesturing
from luck into fitful dismal
When
are they going to listen and want it?
So
high in this discipline and wisdom
To
much at mountain and clouds above
Underneath
the shade of tress
I'm
thinking of the enormous stuffs.
Flourished
with abundance and affluence
Opulent
and dazzles blinded me in wealth
Such
skill and prestige I commit myself
In
order to be stellar and shimmered in the darkness.
Fie
me my masterpiece and drafts
Still
to see me creeping in under the ground
Before
you instantly contemplate the message
After
my last air you get my text.
