The seas still remember me
in their foaming mouths,
they suckle my voice pulls
into the shore of silence.
Silence
is the continuation of darkness.
It is the calmness of memories.
Dolphins are still swimming in the bellies of oceans
and we are still
forever standing in the median of the faraway distances
like a dancer from the amplitude of her floating skirt.
Time and space atone in us,
existence and nonexistence,
tick and tock,
the abrasion sounds of the watch gears
which releases like chrysalis
from the coil of their springs.
These hands are not limited by time
These hands are rooted outside of time
in the infinite of heartbeats.
they root out like a boy's eyes
from short basement windows
to the ceiling of the sky,
like a captive
that in the body of lust,
digs
towards the apparition of fresh air.
