Casimiro was born
elsewhere not here
unless of course
elsewhere for you
is here then truth
be told Casimiro
never returned
to this place yet
Whether conceived
within a womb
or in the skull
of an ancient god
matters little
to Casimiro
His daily affairs
affect no one
He is neither mayor
nor politician
Just an aging man
approaching fifty
with grace and charm
Though he believes
these attributes
without value
Empty gestures
As one lost soul
playing hide and seek
with other lost souls
Welcome to the spirit
of our times empty
Abandoned like keys
to misplaced locks
their point meaningless
redundant superfluous
The present a gift
time in this moment
eternal only the mind
divides separates
categorizes into boxes
compartmentalizes
this moment now
A rushing stream
down a mountain
where we bathe
but a moment
in the freezing cold
water then gone
forever from sight
forever from sight
Memories work
like this in his head
but they are only part
of the package given
of the package given
of this present moment
This gift of time
after birth before death
waiting for something
to happen but what
When he finds the key
to unlock his own life
his individual present
Casimiro ascertains
the meaning of the gift
His beard grows long
but this is tomfoolery
Everyone knows wise men
don't live atop mountains
waiting for other lost souls
to climb up in order to ask
how to open their own lives
Their own present this gift
after birth before death
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