Poetry

orb
 
such is the slippery surface of this hueless globe
cold to the touch so smooth and hard
its solidity hides the dark emptiness within
palpable yet ungraspable
this ball of void remains and cannot be flung away
after all these years since you went
and left this orb of solid emptiness
to vex the cockles of my heart//
 
renato
sunday 15 december 2013
 
(in memoriam: E.T.A.)