The Knocker
Time is
an entrapped navigator in space
always distanced and always present
and we
perhaps born from the net of loneliness
are souls blown in utopia
larvae of universal destiny
tightly embracing the light
dark music of bodies
charges the abyss and
the delayed water of the galaxy
Death is an enigmatic concept
overseeing the daily end
a battle won somewhere else
when a daydream charges the void
all routes lead to silence
a chaotic god
knocks the knocker of youth
I was a knocker, and I wasn’t aware of it
the gate that never crossed
itself
I was still
the quantum replica
of the heartbeat
Libros Libertad 