Journal No. 6

A piece in a series of journals, my mind poured out on paper.

Journal #6

A poem by Alejandro Manuel Espinoza

 

I have found that I am simply the accumulation

of the world’s duress around me. I am a mass computer –

built for the translation of all things unspoken.

 

Humans – infinitely absorbing the world and the things around it.

My soul is never complete until my dying day.

 

I am building my soul, I am building me, I am an incomplete structure of resonance and fault.

I will take the stars and mold it into light to illuminate my path.

I am a mass processing machine.

I am the computer that takes the laws and physics of pure beauty and translates them into the imperfect clone.

 

My actions, my movements, are inhabited with those from the soil around me.

When I sleep I mimic the dead, motionless and when

I am overwhelmed with joy, I furl in the moonlight, translating and molding the drifting of a dying leaf.

Absorption, transfiguration, processing, distillation of reality.

 

Author's Note

A piece in a series of journals.