POEM OF GRACE
This time the mysteries
are worn
by too much magic
while subtle wrinkles
advance like galaxies
over sanguine dreams
Each grain of life
a promise of things to come
now ending
where it began
dancing upside down
This magic
this inertia of air
glitters against a combustible sunset
Its reflection masquerades
swarms of stars
entangled in an amethyst heaven
I lie down to the hush of frogs
My furious life
pretends nothing
My furious life
pretends nothing