I return to the doubt meditating about
Something vaguely special (come and play
With me) whereas I tear off this
Superfluous work of art from
The fund of my flaccid sternum
—Patience leads to salvation—
Don’t continue suckling the icon-udders
Of the deep petulance because
Among the skeletons you will find
All the information that you despise
Profiled on limestone
—Beautiful, melancholic, reflexive—
The murmurs of the rocks flood
The highways, in the mute doubts
(Read it as if you understood it)
You achieve the salvation —patience—
Nobody knew nor will know
But soon more messages will arrive.
egm. 2017
Autotraducción de La incompetencia es la suegra de la pseudociencia publicada en Uut Poetry.
☛ PyoZ ☚