In the breadth
of a human
hair,
to originate
in a
exiting ray
of sun;
all the elements
in the purpose
of extinction –
I have
faith:
existence fits
in a gulp
of now.
de tanto buscar
against art
I am
aware
that I
have no
meaning
that all
words
are only
ineffective
abbreviations
of the infinite
that
my choices
are
irrelevant
to what
exists
I am
aware
this has
no significant
value
and all
art
is
powerless
against
a mystical
minute
of silence.
a new temple
Meet
me
ageless
in
the
streets
we’ll
be bums
smoking
and
in flux
I don’t care
what the
price is
to
be
pure
as a
cigarette butt
burning out
in your
primordial
fingers
meet
me
to
announce a new
temple
for the
boundless:
a park bench
and empty beer
cans
at our
feet.
shapeless
It’s
all
black
and it is
spinning
the creature
is trembling
in the nook
of an illusion
shunning away
from the blaze
of stimulus
distrustful
of the cause
and the effect
we are the contraction
shriveling
to a singular
point of
fear
desvío
Lo que es
cortar
los vínculos
del tiempo
soñar
pero sin
movimiento
alguno
es un roce
eterno
con el silencio
y
como gota
secándose
olvidar el ímpetu
de existir.
PoesíA NIHILISTa
another day being something else
Half
the sky
in my laugh
shattered
into myriad
flakes
of clustering
snow
the white
concentrations
like palpitations
of the cloud
coming from
a vaguely symphonic
summit
where they touch
and perish
my drops
of comic
hours
I am a cosmic
view
behind the windows
longing
the cold
touch of something
external
color
Del
rojo
extraigo la razón
de mi fe
del coriáceo
carmín
deduzco
la invisible
transparencia
del misterio
en su símbolo
el color
rebota
de la dimensión
a la realidad
y moriré
en pleno
acto
de un oscuro
a una
luz.
PoesíA NIHILISTa
white on black
an octave
higher
to rest
in a mute
miracle
in the lapse
of that
quietude
vibrating
in stillness
in a chord –
the infant
history
of
ecstasy
against the buddha
banging
my head
against
rock hard
reality
my bottles
of beer are
empty
and
my mind
full of
quack
unattainable
unreachable
undefinable
unutterable
unknowable
unrealistic
Buddhahood
the rain droplets
on the window pane
are particularly
quiet
alas.
Beyond Language 
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