Jacob Geller

For one hundred years, a legend spread across the planet without ever experiencing periods of oblivion.

the fist of longing Punches my heart, until it is too dark to see.

Where there’s a desert, that changes everything, as if earth hadn’t wanted to fill only her own need.

Darkness had no need of aid from them—She was the Universe.

Pain destroys one’s world, and, in that silence, torturers impose the myth of the state’s legitimacy.

All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

I have come to realize the body is its own pyre, that degree rises from within

To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it.

a child carrying flowers walks toward the new year