the morning of the world by Pablo Picasso

“i have a face cut from ice

a heart pierced in a thousand places

so to remember

always the same voice

the same gestures

and my laughter


as a wall

between you and me

the ones who are most alive

seem the most still

behind the milky way

a shadow dances

our gaze climbs toward the stars”


those rare moments when it your brain detonates –

I scream out loud as the poet’s meaning is illuminated

i want to carve those lyrics into a tabletop, floors, walls

so no one forgets them

that measure of beauty, that

second of enlightenment

light hits the window,

Picasso is seen for the first time.