#poem, «There is No Time»

…there is no time, there are no thoughts, there is no memory, there are no dreams, there is no spirit of the evening or an angel of the morning…

…there is no space, there are no planets, there is one sun and one moon that floats by…

…there are no colours, there are no lines, there are no angles, there are no circles, there is no music, no notes, no pentagrams, no hands to hold on to, no body to embrace, no human race…

…there is no birth, no death, no life, no living, no struggling, no yearning, no suffering, no laughing, no crying, no hoping, no denying, no achieving, no loving, no hating, no raising children, no making friends, no high school reunion, no careers, no jobs, no profession, no money, no poverty, no richness…

…there’s no reality, it’s all a dream…

…there are stones and only stones upon the plane of existence where we dream…

…I walked upon the dawn of the civilisation and I crossed the seas from eastern lands where there were palm trees, a powerful, eternal God and milk and honey, and I sailed the greatest ocean to these magic shores that cast their sand upon the waters, shores far from my home…

…sitting in the shadows of the rocks that built the mountains, I saw the brightness of the rising sun upon a temple made of polished stone…

…I knew my way, no one needs lead me, I knew the path to where I belonged, where I once had dreamt, where I once was cast, like a bird and spread my wings…

…On an eternal day, beneath the silver brilliance of the moon, I understood the nothingness of being, the nothingness of nothing, and nothing at all…

C.2024, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 26 JUN 2024, Valencia, Spain