EPSILON
…like a Gospel, I, the evangelist
stood up and
cried out for the death rattle
of the moribund
who wished to transcend it
into catharsis
during the moment of justice:
the stirring from one point
of the galaxy to the other
I spread the Gospel
to the anger of the South Seas and
to the wrath of the northern wind
marks and signs marking
the rustle of leaves
at the touch of the soft breeze
and in the miraculous
mixing of colours
in my mind’s garden
was my first moment
in the page of the world
that I have just written.
Libros Libertad 