Carpe Diem
The final breaths closed the chambers
And the treacle taste marauds inside
Licking the hot gazes of vicissitude
Summer is gone before it even starts
Where your myriad whiffs vied to linger
And as it still saunter, I chase
In a field of superfluous mazes
Serendipity held like a prayer
For salvation and for grace
And in the summer haze, may
A body catch a body,
Souls entwine with infinity
And before it beckons
The fastidious times of holiday
Or abeyance's anthem
I hope to seize the days
Without rues or nays
And in a locket, a compass
May I seal the vast
Memories of the final taste
Precipitated at the bottom
Of the spangling goblet
Now winnowed in a haste.
poem by Norman Santos
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