3/25/2016

probablamente estoy
viviendo demasiado

the New York skyline
looms In the background,
looming,

dark and imposing like
all those people that will always know
more than me

waking up to tall, grey monsters
kingkong figures walking through
town with their windows, so seethrough.

You can see the island from your
window, all the way down Harlem hill.
I raise a brow, cross my arms, hit my foot against the tile.

I listen to mariachi music
It is very sad
perhaps I'm living too much.

I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the body of a plant or tree
Where I cannot talk, smell, think, feel, hear & see
Like Narcissus who could no longer express his praise for own beauty!
To the body of a beast or animal
Where I cannot reason out and worship the Eternal
Like Kingkong whose belief & faith just gains distrust & disapproval!

-03/15/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection