Al Qabri Ramos

By half

Drop everything halfway 

through

Pick up a pencil and 

draw half a mountain

And screams the heat 

and the cold of excess

That you feel there

Quit work and leave 

your coat at home

And out into the 

street snowing

The cold screaming 

from your oblivion

Drop love in 

the right ventricle

And will cry it on the left

without being able 

to de-umbilize

Leave the crying 

and the joy in any corner

Where you can get lost

The last thing to 

let go will be life,

I believe that she too,

 half-heartedly

If she didn't leave her, 

she forgot