Outstanding
Who left this half-finished music score
between youth and the night
trapped in the barricades of the mind
the embryo of existence thoughtlessly blooms
in the outstanding that can’t wait
faces rise
voices of the once voices of dust that insist
existing faces or
faces that time reached at the crossroads
whoever comes returns as an echo
time passes
we are still waiting for our march
to the house high up in the invisible
fleeting senses and words
ships
sail to the cradle of meaning
they know nothing they aren’t light from light
and suddenly the river flows
and the tear of Heraclitus.
Libros Libertad 