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by Rammer Martínez Sánchez
I am not one to tell time or destiny;
for I am not the maker of forever.
I am and will be forever,
aye, The Book of Forever.
You persist on killing me,
even before my beginnings,
a twig without escape or defense.
When I was just a sapling,
I used to cadge humidity,
the damps of soils,
and the warmth of sun rays.
I lived a staid lifestyle
amongst rustics and humble animals.
And then,
you fancied in carvings upon my bark,
climbing on my being,
and cutting my birch,
eating my pages
and plucking them into a what-would-be papyrus.
Till finally,
presumed that I am not what I once was,
you have transmogrified my very essence
with another;
a book.
Alas, poor man! You have failed!
Whether book or tree, I live on –
Live on well beyond your days
and whichever of your generations decide to follow.
For whoever picks me,
picks my fruits clung to my birch branch.
You will seek my arbor shade
for protection from the blustering winds,
my brawn bark for support,
and you will submit to my alluring arborescence.
My branches will reach the depths of your minds
to plant my seeds
and you will feel as though my leaves grow
like fronds in every sentence.
Still, I absorb moisture,
albeit it is your ink.
Still, my leaves are caught by the passing winds
and they flicker like feathers from the wing of a hawk owl,
flutter as though I had a thousand leaves
bound by your horse glue.
In time, moss will still proliferate
and I will become as damp as I once was.
Sniff me then,
and you will smell the spirit of the forest,
pervasive in true reform
from your protruding sapping ink as my veins.
Your kind is dependant
whilst we remain the canvases to your imaginations,
hence civilizations;
the space to a wall of an architect.
And still, my leaves spread
under sodium-yellow lights
in order to provide life.
As my bark and leaves age
in auburn and signage of beginnings,
I will persevere through the fields
within the reader’s heart, forever.
Denisium (De)
vitamin De. A homogeneous solution, where the element denisium (De) is the main solvent.
den•i•zen (dĕn´ə-zən) [recent etymological discoveries has surfaced, divulging an additional sense for denizen, read as follow] n. 5. To reach a Zen-like sense of love and devotion, attained by a meditative enlightenment that permeates through the soul and confers a sense of self-completion generally cultivated by denisium and its effects. [Modern English : DENI (SIUM) + ZEN] —den´i•zen•a´tion n.
de•ni•si•um (de´nē-sē-əm) n. Symbol De A highly reactive, invisible, odorless gaseous element used as an amphetamine for alluring potential subjects and resulting in denisimania, obtained mainly by kissing, hugging or smiling. See table at Table of Rammer’s Heart. [from DENISE CUAZ, the first person known to carry such element]
de•ni•si•ma•ni•a (de´nē-sē-ma-nē-ə, -măn´yə) n. 1. Obsession with all things considered cute and lovely. 2. An uncontrollable impulse to kiss or make-out with a loved one no matter the consequences. [Modern English : DENISI (UM) + -MANIA] —de•ni•si•ma´ni•ac (–ăk´) n. —de•ni•si•ma•ni´a•cal (-mə-nīə-kəl) adj.
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Bio
Rammer Martínez Sánchez is a graphic designer, comic book artist, writer and poet. He has since done storyboards for films, logos, CDs, magazine and Web designs for various clients. He is in various comic book anthologies and other print and online literary journals, and his "Rammer" ambigram logo in Really Good Logos Explained (Rockport Publishing). You may see his work at Smoky Mirrors.com. The poem “The Book of Forever” is featured in the literary and art journal Perhaps I Am Wrong About The World #2.
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