Ode to Marquez
Here arrived a night of sharp-beaked ravens,
With it came the queer blinding senses,
Through the vacant cavity of eye-socket,
Have fled the vanity and falsehood of enlightenment.
Here arrived a night of colossal erudition,
Where silence roamed with clamorous communication,
The attempt of silent flight of soul is vanquished
As the sound of its collision with air reverberated.
Here arrived a night of magic realism,
Which exhaled the feral fragrance of civilization
And inhaled the spirit of eternal soul fervorous,
Every breath resonated with the universal pulses.
Here arrived a night of unequivocal calling,
Where every taste bud distinguished the deceased from the living,
On the sharp tongue-tip danced ancient morsels in thousands
And revealed the taste of immortality so long held in secrets.
Here arrived a night of occult realization,
Where the touch of elements synthesized a compound notion,
The stale layers of ignorance on epidermis is dusted,
Revealing the plethora of carriers for emancipation entrusted.