Inevitably,
In its essence,
Tangentially more absolute, my present,
Little differ from my past,
By extrapolation,
Little will differ from my future.
My present,
Backwards projected,
Or onwards projected,
As if a lighthouse was,
Sweeping east and west,
Centred in the glass room,
Of the mirror trick,
Where searchlight of fire if reflected,
Refracted and propagated on space,
Being successful the mist of the time,
As the lighthouse light,
Present is sum
Of moment of ours,
The image in the others,
Searchlight and mirror,
Glassware’s and fog.
Sea that extends
In your warm body,
Of my future memories,
Past participle of a verb
Inevitably regular,
Tangentially absolute,
In its most rich variations.
Perhaps in this time-space,
Where I sit down,
In the calm park bench
Where I tergiversate
In Contemplation,
However of the bending oldness
However of the naughty childish
With pinafore dressed,
Feel my lips in your flesh in flame,
Now, yesterday or, tomorrow…
However, always, always,
An heavenly and fleeting instant!
