Fossils
by Mario Paolo Domingo Macariola
13-08-11
the digging wouldn't stop
here, there are still more cities
to be unearthed, to be
deemed important. see
.
the records, every layer of
mud, or grain of sand, we
label them as blocks of this
universe, as things
.
that must inevitably share
with our breathing space.
tomorrow, archeologists
could be naming
.
a hundred more bones, one
will be someone, then later as
a fixture in this crumbling
house of history. a part of
.
this infinite looking back, the
phases, interim, cycles.
the rebirths,
the day i will have to check
.
my beliefs and deem them
as past. make new
conclusions, believe new
things, i could start
.
seeing the sunrise as
a moment of so much
sadness, or roads as lines
connecting passing spirits.
.
are you riding a car on it
now? i can imagine the
engine droning like a steady
fire, the sunbeams
.
scratching the earth, the
asphalt reflections, starting to
make you think of something
you thought you'd forgotten
