There were so many things
left to do
the city had abrupt faces, ideals
our hands were eager with schemes
so full of intent and consequence
the flavors we would discover
some of the poetry entailed
but our hands were sealed
collapsing monuments on the bed
our bodies were already heavy
with the black of time,
we decided to end our lives
as naturally as a flow of music
our destiny was a quiet ending
alone in that dualism of self and terror
we would begin to fall
now sleeping towards
the arms of a nestling hiatus,
we began our descent
down the throat of nullity
certain that this abandoned world
was only a first dream
and that reality was fully awake
at the dawning clouds of death.
nullity
My mirror
What was it that you said?
am I still not inaccessibly alone
imagining hordes of men and women
conjuring movements of civilizations
as the smoky characters of a dream
as the twisted story of a hallucination
is that your echo by the candlelight?
how can a voice enter this airless chamber
in the skintight solitude of my nullity
corner
my acute angle
a point without length, without breadth, without breath
breathe, did you say?
where comes that voice
the invisible companion
hidden behind layers of insensitivity
how can something delicate survive
near my poisonous skin…
am I still not alone
dreaming worlds and stars
are you there,
my mirror, my love?
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