ARGH
by Pablo Saborío
Socrates’ dæmon watches a mass of empire vanish.
Doors appear as callous neophytes in the hierarchy of thresholds.
Death as a coil collapses into our cupped hands; a cult to cradle
what dematerializes us in the tightest love grip.
The engine of silence wastes existence in a muffled exhalation.
Messages from the mountain of thorns reach the bay long before
tomorrow is strangled inside the allure of absurdity.
The tree as an anthology of tiny attempts to attain infinity.
Whatever is making this impression must be an infant
version of what one day will be awe.
In the description we found a map of all the traps
that shine like treasures in the future.
With each word as a flake of ash I smear my body
in the dirty grey meaning assumes to cleanse.
The hour has a valley where the animals meet
to lick the crust that memories sloughed off.
I once saw a great book pounce into a fire
while fashioning its ninth chapter.
Next to the cage of category I placed an apple
so the beast inside could feast on some actuality.
They speak as if the world were a muscle
contracting into a spasm of poetry.
Language appears as a fiery picture
consuming its own edges.
Nature tired of being everything alights as dust on the page.
In this body the body is an event understood as echo.
We watch its voice waltz into the darkness on its own.
ABOUT THE CREATOR
Pablo Saborío is a Costa Rican–Danish writer and artist living in Copenhagen. He is the author of the novel The Underachiever (Spuyten Duyvil) and the poetry collection El individuo y su ceniza (Valparaíso Ediciones), and serves as poetry editor at Red Door Magazine. His upcoming poetry collection, A Thing for Nothingness, is forthcoming in 2026.
Instagram: @pablo_saborio_art