Pena

The poet mourns when the curtain falls
And the curtain falls
A smile per ticket
Lack of subject, lack of access
Talent translated into currency
And the currency trunk is the single mother currency

The poet mourns when the curtain falls
And the curtain falls
Chords on offer, cord in promotion
Prose trapped in candy wrapper
Rare music on sale

And when the knot blinds
Let it untie in knots
Release the trapped prose
The light on
There sleeps a smaller sun in me

I feel that I know that I am somewhat much bigger (4x)

The clown mourns when the curtain falls
And the curtain falls
The percentage and the verse
raffle, fare and refrain
Talent proven in paper money
Poetry metamorphosed into a dollar sign

The clown mourns when the curtain falls
And the curtain falls
My museum under construction, works at auction
Shortcuts, scraps, leftovers
The mathematics of art on a bread paper

And when the knot blinds
Let it untie in knots
Release the trapped prose
The light on
A bigger sun is already rising in me

[I feel that I know that I am somewhat much bigger] (4x)