Tuesday, October 6, 2015

et her

d ust of m mneck I you
f lavored so lard the
p last er cr acks off
off 'n s kull k ill was
left yr k not a
gaz e st ream a
gaze ,if glass were
sky ,or dim e a c lock
.then wwind wwould
mine the f loor w
ould my leg in haled ah
mot es crowded out
me mm outh

...ignorada mano arroja...
- José Asunción Silva


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