14 jun 2017, 22:58


  Poesía » Otra
1237 0 0

Omniscience is empty

I don’t want to know everything

I don’t even want to know you

The evidence is not humane

No one needs proof of being

I need not fathom

I need motion

The dance within the thorax

Marry the sapient to the savage

Where is the fine line

You cannot intuit until you cross it

But keep both eyes open

At all times

Not the pretty ones with the lashes

That swallow the light

But the ones that devour the dark

© Todos los derechos reservados

Por favor, acceda con su perfil, para poder hacer comentarios y votar.
: ??:??