Zeus
when Zeus promised my return
again, to face the loathly
teeth of the abyss daring
at the elliptical hour
of a hot June day as the cicadas’
cantos wake up the high noon
with sweet lullabies
olive tree leaves sieve
sunlight and the loaf
allotted to me
was kneed without yeast
swirls of anger and pictures of people
familiar and bearded old beasts
of my kin who
softly sprang up
from the earth’s bottom
to release me
from the commitment
of eternal return
sails of caiques plastered on the horizon
ambience and nostalgia when
I felt my primeval fear
reignited
nothing but a warning for
my true passing through
the narrow Symplegades
Libros Libertad 