Senbon Zakura Mirror Dance
I had closed the cracked window.
The first gust of wind, flute, drums, and
fleeting movements—
explosions and distortions—
vanished into the approaching rain.
It was like slowly dancing with
the image in the mirror, or
fragmenting memories of love
to clear the mind of emotions
consumed by the summer heat.
I sat next to a neighbor
whose husband had been
a soldier in Asia until
he was shot in half.
He had always been
among the best.
The movement accelerated
without music,
creating tension and
evoking feelings of
euphoria and chills,
similar to a movie sequence.
The dancers wore white sashes
around their heads and
pirouetted at a high tempo
to create a lively movement.
The window opened,
bringing the noise of the metropolis and
the smell of the wind.
It didn't bring a fatal infection
like those found in polls or
left by lost civilizations.
It was only a rainy wind.
These bacteria are real and
can transform into weapons,
unlike in Disney animations.
Life is not an illusion in and of itself.
When life becomes a hallucination,
something else must be real.
Hail hit the roof of silence.
The dancers expressed God's numbers
by waving their arms above their heads,
clapping wildly, and
swaying their bodies.
The dance did not appear to
be pre-choreographed.
Ancestral emotions cleared
the mind's clutter.
Crawled quickly within the suffering souls
and began to peacefully disappear.
Blind Reality (Quintuple Etheree Poem)
Hollow-eyed shades
of human beings,
human beings
cogitating on jazz music,
jazz penetrates the deep silence
of the bleeding angels,
angels in a fight for
the awakening of this blind reality,
wars,
racism,
asylums,
prostitution,
anxious women,
terrorist attacks,
public executions,
illegal immigration,
dengue fever, songs, low wages,
Zika and Chikungunya viruses,
human cells combined with mammal fetuses,
monetization of the objects
emblazoned clothes & precious stones,
Islamist militancy,
meteorite impacts,
vegetation fires,
crucifixions,
kidnappings,
sphinxes,
crimes,
drugs,
cocktails,
birth defects,
huge ocean waves,
ISIS strategies,
sexual harassments,
sales of stolen artifacts,
multiple vortex tornadoes,
quakes striking near the plate boundaries,
children murdered in egregious crackdowns,
food securities for starving people,
changes in refugee policies,
landslides, Monsoon rains, new flash floods,
seasonal unemployment,
nuclear disasters,
smiling volcanoes,
price increases,
naked bodies,
hairstyles,
dreams,
cubes,
glasses,
gas stations,
interim work,
glacier calving,
protests blocking the roads,
new theatrical triumphs,
ill kids not displaying symptoms,
macroeconomic policies,
silent strategies of democracies,
different drivers having
different styles to run their cars,
cars blinking their headlights
while their motors scream,
screaming trees and revolvers
that shoot up walls to write lyrics,
lyrics of jazz penetrating the silence
of the bleeding angels,
angels in a fight for
the awakening of this new reality.
Bioelectromagnetic Golden Temples
Holy words to drive off
raised thoughts,
to cut some meanings,
to pour down all the depths,
and to warm our winter within.
Bloom of life
to accompany old songs
hidden in new hymns-
human misery and degradation.
Sufferings to rise up
in the air of shrouded sanctums.
Self-bright sun to descend from
a symbiotic sky, every evening,
to make everything golden-
the rivers, the rivers, the rivers.
Hopes to be carried home,
to be eaten like gold.
Time to be broken,
to be danced in its armor-
by hurricanes, by eternity
towards anarchy and chaos.
