SEDIMENT

SEDIMENT You do not know, you cannot know for sure

If you ever will write next time —

Or even if you will write again

Maybe later, later may be

Your gut will tell you —

Always your gut —

That you don’t know,

Cannot know for sure.

That your imagination has its own geology

Layers of past you will remove

Between the drawers

Your words,

Invisible cities

Don’t make it hollow while you dig strong

The weight of dirty dust and layers,

Where we only can guess

At the word.

Translated from my 2017 book, Estrada dos Prazeres (Letras Paralelas). For more of my original work in Portuguese, please visit my website: Pedro Góis Nogueira.