The message of Immortality was left unfinished

 The message of Immortality was left unfinished. To your silence To your life. To name us in the cloudy space that crosses. In that part of love and fear. In that part our loss crossed with sadness. Today is the most real world with its knots. Smell of yesterday. He speaks of the memory. They resist the future. Yesterday as the only truth. Our dream encounters. If it had been. Tomorrow as I try. Because there is the glass look. The look of the resurrected walls. Late night walls. Signs of the passion of the stones. Loss closes your eyes. The serpent river passes through them.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.