I don’t know what to write
However, they are only lines of mind
They are black and bottomless
Mines of convolutions

So I wrote something, I made these lines
With my mind, and time
In clear space
A face
Matter, laced

Of caves in lanes
The old ones in Spain
Then fields of cane
Wars, of the insane

Now see
A new plain
What we do not know
Here, is no other

Published by Tom Lopes