metaphors will not be able to | Poetry
metaphors will not be able to
No metaphor can ever be made
But from his belly kiss neither fruit nor flesh
None can walk his back or grab it
In vilo or transpose space
Where dwells the barren resonance that perhaps inhabited it
Neither rescue his lost head nor become old
Prescription invoked when there is no other destination
No metaphor incuerda may supplant the fact
Clutter of your legs even in noise bath
From the drop in time of remote certainty
As if they were few words
Even the desolation weighs
And the leaves and the universe are still drifting
And the magnificent poems of love
They suffer the rancid fulguration of the smoke of a lit cigar
Abandoned in the distance on the wall
Where two said goodbye with a forever
They will never say how were the palpitations of their fever
Nor how much primitive dishonor tear his heart
Nothing will alleviate the anguish
Nothing will finally be there when the leaves
Piled up in the garden
and recover their condition of sad angels
From the naked sky that fly in the
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