As if money wasn’t every measure,
for what cannot be missed
in the absences of real treasure
No more garden nor oasis,
no safe heart, or places traded
for what is lost within the traces
That do not feel like grace, the swift
awareness beyond judges awaiting
verdicts with which they already agree.
Poetry is far behind me now:
I have lost the gift of music,
the memory-hidden silences.
That place where once I lived, in
glory, is occupied: by
cruel forces of the invasion.
The armies of the ignorant
twitch, and kneel:
they leave their blood upon the moon.
So alright you know more than me,
I concede to your competitive
vanities and the telescope of ambition
Where attitude substitutes for
the surrogates of the soul and sad deeds
In the committees of abandonment,
authorities I do not sanction
govern what occurs between me and thee.
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