I
Here among thorns I sleep
The pain is almost unbearably relentless
It keeps me shuddering; how can I rest?
But the loss of blood makes me weak
I dream about celestial grounds
Golden roads, crystal seas
My immortal body drifting upon absolution
But the pain in the awakening returns the oblivion
II
I make love to shadows:
Imagination, a murderous whore
Leaves her mark on my judgments
I loved every skin and bodily fortress
Keep my trust and I’ll forfeit my love
I know it is not reality – it is only imagination
But the pain in solitude forces me to the darkness
The darkness that follows;
The convenient shadow of oblivion
III
Dust falls from the ceiling as I contemplate
(No time to worry)
I must find my mind;
My mind that I seem to have lost
I don’t remember when but I remember where
In Barcelona; in your bed; gasping for air
They say it’s a sin – but I don’t care
I’ll find you again;
An encounter that must leave us bare
Sin and oblivion: that is the cost
IV
Who is to blame for the solitude?
Who is to blame for the solstice?
Is it I of little faith; is it I of earthly skin?
Is it the God in Heaven?
Is it the invisible principalities?
Who is to say?
I cannot remember
V
The beauty of ignorance
The peace of blindness
The splendor of oblivion
A world of autonomy
I may not remember much
But, I know that I loved him
I know that I loved
I just cannot remember the sensation
VI
Are we souls; Are we bodies?
Are we alive; Are we phantoms?
Are we forgetful; Are we deceitful?
Are we demons; Are we lovers?
Let us not waste more time asking
Let us just answer every question with “Yes.”
Let me go back to sleep among the thorns…
…to forget again
…to forget again
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