In the Garden of Inquientantes in
General
the walls of a city
in the background
a walkway leading
to a scene where the sky is green
a reflection found in an artist’s mirror
abstract pictures of people
without faces
colors
immersed
between beams of light
filtering
shadows of purple
radiance
a procession of monks
walking
beyond a row of decorated pillars
watching the red sands of the desert
crashing against the black horizon
a symbol of life suspended at the edge of the dream
the eye of our awakening
looking
over the throne
of the muse
a figure of a man turned to stone
here
is where the statue of death
lies
standing
in the garden of the Lotus
the picture
of what might have been
had we
chosen to believe
By Joseph Mayo Wristen
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