2022.03.04.
Future
Do tell, when shall I perish? (may that day be so very distant!)too arrogant and thus disdainful, yet prodigal and turbulent in,
thus, the alive unconsciousness forever insatiable,
he was just a flame in the cool wind…
He went, so sensuous, weary, through islands of his America,
in pine woods, there, of Honduras, his breath was what he had strengthened,
his Mexican, true homeland bestowed him his great rebellion,
his liberty, his pure strength…. and he was just a flame in the cool wind.
He'd go to reach the bright stars from chasms so quite unsounded