exeunt

in hahabits the leg your

din unclouded ,rascible lip

shorted ,knotted in a towel

blots yr fog off with

but esencia's crumbled

sidewalk ,doubter shell

against a crumpled shed

chain a foot before the sill

unveiled the door its flies

take count of your pocket's

dirt streams from yr eyes

oh knotted page on the floor

ineffable sock burnt in yr thigh

yr keys stroll on the rainy snore

Son dos puertas abriéndose cerrándose...

- César Vallejo