Saulo Oliveira Silva

MIDDLE FINGER Serendipitously raised middle finger Crossed hearts and hope have died Running the quay, groundbreaking stringer Seems scorned as a nonplussed tongue-tied All worthless nights, detached broken sinew Forfeited lust on to-do lists, lust lies anew Nadir and the goal falls short of the reach Neither shore nor beach got elicit speech Then isolation is what it is I’m a mariner adrift in an ocean of gods A wide-ranging vision, bliss Blissful silence wipes dreadful odds All bothered, depth, darkening-blur season Even Elysian fields, wood-thrush, no reason If all times lead to a bowsprit quest, That’s how subtle the quarrel test Needly barefoot through the woods at last Which is no more than a state of mind Waterfalls of aloofness ambush in a vast In a vast but west rootless corner of a kind Isolation makes way for bliss Enthroned thrilled shivered pith All limerence towards me, the abyss Abyssal bewilderment, zenith Collusion in pattern gets this Enthroned thrilled shivered pi