THE MAN
The man,
protrudes into the idea of heaven as a register of pain,
he is palpated by the kinship of pain and chaos,
spawn by tectonic disturbances of words at
the plateaus of battles, sense, survival.
The man,
squeezed between two ideas of life and death,
the girdle of darkness tightens him, anticipating the protruding position of the word freedom.
Assaults of the afternoons, centuries, falls, seas
summarize him into themselves.
Uprisings of words, centuries, furrows of our speech
flow down the face of the revolution.
The man,
bold as blood and all what blood utters,
face to face with the metaphysics of tearing,
vower of the last surrealism of life,
filled from top to bottom
with honed symbols of earth and sky.
The man,
The node of the tide of the unspoken,
the flywheel of the diamonds of his own ruin,
removes the crown from the head of registrars of everything and
treads like fixing the gaze of angels and demons.
The man,
arose from the invention of time
organizes the metaphysics of rebellion in the dense content of angels and demons
