WHAT WE WERE NOT TOLD (With Paciolo Pen Saint)
How a day old egg lost its right
to light right from cradle to down earth
eyelashes locked horns with cobwebs
a catastrophe of the everyday
Harmless cloudberries listened
when at just a call upon
no mortal was as occupied
as the one who concealed himself in the who knows
What we were not told
About lines hidden in between divine lines
A horse would travel to the far away
with no drinking water
Was it the same apple
the first flesh and his rib devoured that day
that still exist in the midst of other fruits?
or cause of downfall of mighty mortals only
Bats are no longer blind
Found their sight at their fingertips
They fret not anymore during the day
What we were not told
It came to us like downpour
Death is inevitable
What about life, avoidable?
Where went the lies?
Where ran the tale bearers?
Where sat the audience?
And where lies the author?
Poet Em Em
Athena looked into my eyes,
The frigidity of her heart
Softened. Athena panic’d
Within innocence of my
Eyes. I couldn’t help but
Crumble at her feet. Athena
Burst into tears. We held
Each other until the sun rose.
How do I again hate? For
Love is the pain of Yahweh.
I now ponder within thoughts of
Non-objectivity—Athena has
Slipped through my fingers.
God! Hast thou ever loved me?
I search for Athena: desperate
Eyed, Byzantine bewitched,
Afflicted from cloudberries,
Crawling through grottos
Of absurdity. I yin a hovel
Of refuge to rescue me of
My love of Athena. Is there
Such a refuge? Athena! Hold me.
Glenn Jr. Marchand