Saturday, December 08, 2007
Braindump 1
SILENCIO, DISTANCIA
Your silences come in
Fathoms, kilometers, miles
That even the waves of my loudest
Voice cannot walk
The ¡DISTANCIA AMIGO!
Of the pasts, on the rear ends of
Dieseled oracles, screams
Into the pupils, now crying
From the soot of
Extinguished heart(h)s
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