Vuelo del olvido

domingo, agosto 04, 2019

En un lugar vivo. Me desposee. Sin presencia ni pensamiento. Deshabitado, huella volátil, sin urgencias, ni duración, ni hojas de noche. Larga era la grieta. Del espacio de los ojos. Febrilmente dispersos. De ese oculto mundo que nos habita. Sin belleza tocado. Instantes de veneno. Vuelo del olvido.

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