Speleolemas Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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Within a darkness and a silence
who are the grandparents of fear, always coming down
between walls already awake from the old
limestone sleep, beside a stream of course
deceptively always the same, the intruders
take a break from the old needles - drop by drop
they tell the story of the world, the same world
who up there applies his swirls
and kicks the mutts, stigmatizes the different ones,
and finally go to the temples to reaffirm themselves
in front of the Master. The stalactites and stalagmtes
they write a story in every drop.


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DeepL, Germany. March 2020