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POEM: Bubble



I am from a bubble

I know what I can see

Reflected in the gloss

Of a layer of polished silk

I know behind its wall

The grime of reality awaits me

How easily the sphere would pop

If only I took my smallest finger


Running on the edge

Pushed through

A new layer on my finger

That’s as frozen as it is melted

I pull myself back in

Oh how did it feel

For once

To be alive


Soy de una burbuja

Sé lo que puedo ver

Reflejada en el lustre

De una capa de seda pulida

Sé que detras de su pared

La mugre de la realidad me espera

Qué fácilmente la esfera reventaría

Si solamente yo tomara mi dedito


Corriendo en el borde

Empujara a traves de

Una capa nueva en mi dedo

Tan congelado como derretido Yo me jalo a mi misma

Ay cómo se sintió

Por una vez

Estar viva

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