so much time and so much laziness
starting to grow in the corners
sometimes imagine I'm just
coffee stain settled to the bottom of a well
From Sun to the Moon
there is an abyss that has no purpose
but the desire to find God among the bones
sacked me every second
to think that the clean hands
serve as something to blow my nose with
conscience giving birth sparks to fuel the fire of unknown platoons
this loneliness embraced my wife keeps warning
mosquitoes
and sleepless eyes are almost always
customers by knowing ourselves anything near a
nobody knows the pain of being free
of what they did not want to be free
and yet I have the solitude in a body
not know where you drain the enthusiasm
suddenly gave for calling
old and we filled the days with empty
with truces and fatigue while
and not knowing what to do with the goodbyes
here I am in
corners remaking life among patches
sometimes see God raining
not do miracles
afternoon then knelt to pray for rain
to undo the memories.
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