Pablo Saborío
Lose control
The pattern
has traveled
drenched in blood.
A pendulum
made of concept
to invoke the path
that time embodies.
The nerves
hold on to a wall
of stimuli
made of the past
quickly aching
behind the horizon.
The mouth is now
fire and all knowledge
has become ash.
The rumble
of the entire ocean
in a single drop of mind.
Dandelion
A road of ash,
in the mouth.
A civilization
sunk in clouds.
Many sweaters
knit by neon whisper.
Manicuring, red
gloss over theories.
Filing the edges,
nothingness round as a ball.
The insects playing sports,
the ecstasy of symmetry.
They changed
their names for speed.
Seeds locked to a center;
a dandelion clock.
Then gusts. Forever.
Pablo Saborío: “I am a Costa Rican-born self-taught artist and poet based in Copenhagen, Denmark. My focus as a visual artist is to create poetic-visual forms that accentuate the mystery of existence. My recent and upcoming publications include Conduit, West Trade Review, DASH, Black Horse Review, among other literary journals.”
