
WHILE
Before the end of Aquarius
the pale shell will come off
Of the petty masts that hold me persistently
to the acid days that I have left and that push me to leave
meanwhile the tears of a burning salamander fall
as the universe cools
while the creator’s belly accelerates
while the verb contracts
to give birth to the next big bang
that brings its reincarnated flame
in a kind of divine reset to understand us better
since in this past centuries it only brought us a great question
that spits out my insignificant and forgotten life
towards another portal that returns me
To embrace the warm name of our unfinished love.
But between the hollow that leaves the universe without answers
nest the bonds of the flesh that impede the…
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