Learning art’s lie
Reading on the point of a spear
that smote my pretext of recovery
unloads the burden of my poetic obligation to you.
The text is hollowing out a space
where the sublimity of art drains the pen
of sentimental journey.
Reading the text:
the lines endeavor to undo
the trace of a commitment
for which the ink
once shed a tear of sorrow.
And the tear drinking the ink:
reading will be healed by the pretext
that smote the lines that made you
an object of a love thesis.
Panorama, c. 1997