So Many Faces and None

So Many Faces and None
 
 
I am fado I am the loneliness of all souls the rainy souls of loneliness I am the longing in the thorns the scars the string that bends snaps slices bleeds and cries I am tears falling in ancient black wells and farewells never ending
I am fado I am
the longing
 
sweetly vengeful relics nip at my heels, but I am faster
 
like Pessoa I write listening without feeling the sounds of the street disquieted by my gasping snoring living my dying my dreaming
 
an angel is an angel anywhere, but more so on earth
 
singing on the dank street corner singing at the bright river’s edge singing in the blue chapel singing as the planet dies
 
sails and sun feathers unfurled the birds are not angry they are energy they are
 
I imbibe copious clouds but I’m still so damn thirsty
 
being a non-being in a non-world like non-clouds I am so many faces and none
 
calcadas light my dark walks bright gravity to my foolish fancies where I dance like I haven’t a cure in the world