IBM ELECTRIC MANUAL TYPEWRITER OF MY PROPERTY TRANSCRIBED FROM WHITE BOND AGED LEGAL SIZE PAPER transcribed sept. 20, 2015, Caracas, Venezuela!
-MOON ILLUSION- (c) copyright Aug. 1994 by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer.
A pebble rippled a pond's immensity
and angered the moon
as the child walked aw
seeming it to disappear
as numbers in the minday
dealing a summer cricket tone,
silent palms to his side,
glass-eyed in this illusion of moon.
Then in a silent vestibule
looking into a clay bowl
alienate so many souls.
The child walked about the pastels
and averted the tumid smell
of polished furniture;
how each hair had grown
to be what seemed- a loom...
and reminisced immobility,
as a necessity in the open act
of maturity.
The child was only ten,
in the summer vane.
The moon evaporated leaves and
the flight of crows,
the darkness around the stars
perished blue.
Lately, the illusion moves.
The herd of water roams.
-MOON ILLUSION- (c) copyright Aug. 1994 by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer.
A pebble rippled a pond's immensity
and angered the moon
as the child walked aw
seeming it to disappear
as numbers in the minday
dealing a summer cricket tone,
silent palms to his side,
glass-eyed in this illusion of moon.
Then in a silent vestibule
looking into a clay bowl
alienate so many souls.
The child walked about the pastels
and averted the tumid smell
of polished furniture;
how each hair had grown
to be what seemed- a loom...
and reminisced immobility,
as a necessity in the open act
of maturity.
The child was only ten,
in the summer vane.
The moon evaporated leaves and
the flight of crows,
the darkness around the stars
perished blue.
Lately, the illusion moves.
The herd of water roams.
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