martes, 17 de septiembre de 2013

Bone and flesh

Being a shred of smoke

the dew before arrives the sun,

an encapsulated emptyness in a nutshell.

The nothingness ... yes, and why not?

Being the void, as well.


I've learned from you, precious life,

in each pollen that wind brings to me,

in each insect of the night

that you sent me

to test this lesson of existence

between bone and flesh.

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