Arte Poetica (One More)

It is no more possible to wake from this insomnia.
The glass its image used from time to time to walk through
the hard ladder whose wooden stairs do not creak
the helpless wall untouched
words there are that spring back
strange nowadays to its life.
Bereft of vileness and of grandeur
it seems secure like all things that fade off, far away.
Rara avis carries it near the windows
today when listening to steps is a new stratagem.
To imagine sorrows is the craft of the poet
so that something like this
when no one is missing when no one has died
may just for one moment emerge out of nothingness.
A grave must be created, uninhabited.

copyright 2006 Luis Benitez
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