Pieces of Light
By Armando Ortiz
The world is a jet stream that takes him to world divine,
and if he conducts with respect he won’t be condemning himself to die,
but if passing to the next life a condemned man,
then let that light hit like a bullet, as the first ringing of a bullseye.
Walk and talk with truth and deep valleys with flowery meadows
will not only be recorded from his eye,
but that warm texture of soft hands that make ephemeral mudra signs
will guide the way, to the other side of the divine
that texture of time will be with him till eternity
and all that’s left is but a nothing dark night.
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