Tango de la Materia, A Closing Letter

Thank you all for listening. The journey has been an impassioned conversation with time, licking at her heels, as she’s always leaving, waiting at the door… begging like a dog for one more line, one more wisdom of a lullaby. As it turns out, despite our slightest reaches into the future, we must bear patience in her unveiling, lest we come too soon to slumber, or to disregard, and miss the moment we’ve been waiting for.

Thank you kindly, your ears have been my stand still, and your intellect my gallop. As we make our preparations for the close of light, the ceremony in alleviation of the steady march of time, remember me the poet… always hiding in between the lines, though now I take a bow… my dearest… amor, amor!

Hats off to you, my lady all and all… you’ve been a muse, and I love you more…

You may always reach to me… even on a river in the middle of the night.

Corazonamiento,

Jason

Tango de la Materia, No. 100, Epitome No. 9 (The 10th Symphony)

A mind to eye in passive fast
Watch the lines of piers
In green sepia
Bobbing in the late bayou
Like a patience to deliver
I utter only into avoid despair
Expression other an abyss
Wise Bohemian youth
As the hollow theory of homes
Had not yet come to fore
Atone their stands to distant
Shores’ ambrosia blind to nurturing
A pool of wax
Dreaming from red lips
Hostage to the swelling newly born
Time is always free
And all that is beauty is so afraid of the light
A passing phrase that captures moments shivering
Stripping shrouded deeper still
Reiterations of our vessels
A foreign land to stand home for
Farther than a place could dream imagine
Diluted in the façade of disappearance
Nuanced intersection
Belief meeting eye to eye
Without the need of conversation
Break the distance
Words to only farther take us struggling back
Equal me
A beautiful world
I would marry the first person
Whom met and did not
Expect a word of explanation
Save humanity
Listening
I stood on the banks of finitude
And watched my life pour in

The season of light comes to an end
And the tango is concluded
Ceremonial soul de la materia
Long dreading the heart no longer guide thee
A headless thoroughbred
The thoughts that roll on by
I have been the old man and the child
The observation and the leap
And it was the laughter of an empty youth
Had met so fresh
Would have been the envy of the company
Had not we danced so stiff
So dark and rationally
A tango on the city of dreams’
Tributaries of the angels’ interpretations
As our guests having lacked sufficient depth
To utter that
Which would have killed
A passion set me free
Imagine all the people would have come
To watch us waltz about Wien
On the many rivers of Venexia
Now love no more
Imagination disappears
Upon the flamingos of wisdom
Viola voilà!
Flamenco à la Trieste
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Tango de la Materia, No. 99

Dear dear logic
Impossible to trust
Yet so convincing
Prefer the soul
My soul is settled
She loves me
Her lips are cold
You left me to sell your soul
I love you
I’m weeping all alone

Tango de la Materia, No. 98

Dear dear emotion
Impossible to trust
Yet so convincing
Prefer the mind
My mind is honest
She loves me not
Her lips are vagrant
She loves me
The structure was pure
It had me weep

Tango de la Materia, No. 97

Dear dear logic

Impossible to trust

Yet so convincing

Prefer the heart

My heart is a fool

She loves me

Her lips are a snitch

She loves me not

The chaos was pure

It had me weep

Tango de la Materia, No. 96

Dear dear emotion

Impossible to trust

Yet so convincing

Prefer the body

My body is a savage

She loves me not

Her lips are sultry

She loves me

The structure was pure

It had me weep

Tango de la Materia, No. 95

Dear dear logic
Impossible to trust
Yet so convincing
Prefer the soul
My soul is branded
She loves me
Her lips are unraveling
She loves me not
The chaos was pure
It had me weep