Poetry

Between the hope and
betrayal lies the truth-
a terra cotta version
of time.
A vitrified china will
not reflect your face.
 
You search the word's
tragedy, in a wound's
profile.
 
A speaking book repeats
the sermon.Do not
go after the questions.There
are no answers.
 
Prepare for the last rites
of porcelain.Only the plastic mind
knows the reality.