13/02/2020

Distance

Close
to the lies
and the dead hours.

Far
the words,
the thought´s forgetfulness.

Echo,
resonance,
unreal present
with which chance is playing.

Milestone
in charge of eating
the dream´s time.

The nearness
of the barriers
with which you fall down.

And at midway
die into the memory,
come back into the looks.

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