Void and Untitled
Asleep from November ten
To November eleven,
I dreamt of being alive.
A sunset can extend as far
As eternity without you
Your absence in your presence,
Your presence in your absence
The transatlantic distance:
One heartbeat away
So I faded behind
Your taciturn pace,
Your beautiful face
And I watch you grew brighter
Like an imploding sun
Garish light, I know this
Is but another guise
Egoistic barricade, I know this
Is how you sully yourself
So I gave up with your game
You know my faith, why test?
You never gain, we never gain,
Why protest?
And I found a lonely soul
In a glass receptacle
He had the eyes of a child
And I felt found
We gulped and quaffed
Faster than your pacing steps
In my endeavor to find euphoria,
I stumbled and threw it up
On my sleeves, ‘twas putrid!
But then he told me
That it's all right
And I knew it was, for
It was incomparable to our pains
I turned everything over
And gave myself once more
This time to a boy
Who doesn't care to be my brother
A best friend, rather,
With an unsolicited invitation
And he gave himself away
So, I let it all slip off,
With my voice to crack
And the tears to hit the kirtle
I fumbled but vindication
Was in a mirror in front of me;
Windsor.
I have no home—
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poem by Norman Santos
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