Loneliness of Time
Now that the world is holed
and time drips out of its wound.
If I love you, I love you in your pain.
If I hate you, it’s because my pain blinds me
my desperation
springs out of its darkness in the night
and squirms sounding like a serpent
in the room
primeval house monster
that comes out of my belly
and gets an epileptic fit
writhes on the floor
my desperation
screams with a fine voice
you you you you
you
you
and the loneliness of time.
Libros Libertad 