Hoist
From the deep well of consumerism
I hoist my dream shred by shred
dressing it in opulence
say let virtue come and frame its outline
with endlessness
What did you say?
Was it a wish or a curse?
From the deep well of consumerism
I pull my dream ray after ray
and painting it in a glaucous blue
covering it in summer satin
I swirl it in the hyacinth’s aroma
What did you see?
Was I an angel or an apparition?
Libros Libertad 