lunes, 31 de octubre de 2016

En el caparazón...


en el caparazón
la soledad
                    es absoluta

no hay nada adentro
                                    sólo
el pálpito vacío
de un ser sin ser que yace enajenado
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que tiembla se retuerce
gime ahogado
por el pánico-río
a los rápidos agrios
de un sueño no existe

en el caparazón
sin alas ni pupilas
ha hecho nido la araña-
laberinto del miedo
                                  no hay salida

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