Sphinx
Yet I am what I miss
hypothesis of undulation
lighthouse guard at the edge of the abyss
the missing link of ignorance
death is a black butterfly
that thinks of its death
trapped under the constellations
a sphinx inside of me awaits
the invisible commencement of things
the endless twilight
pieces of the endlessness alphabet
crypts of eternity
that gleam inside me.
Libros Libertad 