Laura de Jesus

 

Eternal return

We are, in part, the absence 

of what we touch. 

Image of what we are being, 

continuous reflections, 

refracted shadows 

A testimony written on record 

that belies our timelessness. 

What does physical mortality say? 

Quantum mechanics? 

Sacred geometry? The source

What lends consistency 

to Torre do Tombo? 

We are a name. 

And, more than a name, 

the reflection of an essence of 

tendency to eternal return. 

A soul dressed in physical missions 

fighting our homesickness.

From the stone that time polishes, 

there are remnants of others in us

Footprints that the sea comes 

and erases, also in them

Today I'm the one, 

the vacancy that comes 

Clean the sandcastle. 

What we both inhabit, 

one day. 

So be it, God