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#QuemPensa é Spiralist: “Gyres”

#QuemPensa é Spiralist: “Gyres”

It is happening again.

It seems as though

Their ancestry has inhabited them.

 

But all it is,

Is nature passed down in spurts,

Blood of their blood.

 

A thousand voices echo in their own,

And they shall echo too

Lest they choose to unburden

 

Their children from

The onus of being.

But they don’t listen closely enough

 

To the shedding of tears that vibrate in the gyres,

Swirling,

Creeping down the tree to them.

 

The tales are brushed aside with hubris,

Pinchbeck wisdom on blithering lips

Which account not for mistakes,

 

Be they hidden out of sight

Or transparent like the air.

And they pull us underneath,

 

Spiraling into obfuscation

Just to rise again someday,

Completing thus another cycle

Of this never-ending lunacy.

 

Until a chasm is fallen upon,

And the gap is widened for the light to dawn,

We are sentenced to expire

In the torment of the gyres.

 

Sem título – Margarida Almeida