Who is quitting dogs today? Making them their sister?
Who is stretched out by a lamppost sibling? Illuminated by ransom’s note?
I was oblivious to pettiness until I saw its first handle: obey ignorance.
Stomach decisiveness. By that, this decision . . . no decision.
Let it be to gain all it can in one fetter . . . but if it be life,
let it attempt a failed recognition.
Let its thinker be the failure. My thinker is failure,
and I want to teach it how to move in this world.
Do you be or live?
To any the other wants.
To both these words, I fail to be.
When I am, but when not . . .
It is, as if alive.
Edwin Torres, “Soul Story” from The PoPedology of an Ambient Language, published by Atelos. Copyright © 2007 by Edwin Torres. Reprinted by permission of Edwin Torres.
Source: The PoPedology of an Ambient Language (Atelos, 2007)