Manuela Cardiga - Guilty Pleasures and Culinary Treasures

LET MY EYES
AND ALL ORACLES
BE BLIND

there are days
every belief
turns to dust
each blind hope
is bitterly healed
every eye
opens wide

there are days
like days
and days
like darkest night
no faith
in kindest fate
can survive

there are days
and days
following
more days
lived and breathed
in this dark

there are days
even fools
such as I
must see
fatuous light
dawn into
truthful night
no self-deceit
can deny

I say:
away with you
vile messiah
save me not
from this mire

no miracles,
I beg you
it is not
to revelation
I aspire

there are days
and days
yet to bear
so let me be
as I am fool
and dancing blind
blindly closer
and closer to
the consuming fire

Manuela Cardiga