Go ahead, weep
for all of life’s fleetingness.
See how quickly the tears,
pregnant with the crux
of your pain, dissipate
and disappear forever?
These tears, blessed
by the priest of your sorrow,
baptize your weary eyes,
and tomorrow’s sun, though
we cannot see it,
is already on the rise.
Its light, like a bullet,
ricochets off the moon
and pierces the eyes,
emptying them of tears.
Oh sacred moment!
You pass through our hearts
like water through a sieve.
If we could but grasp you
and keep you with us,
surely even the stars then
would seek our counsel
and make wishes
upon our luminous souls.
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