At night
it feeds on birdsong
with the back of my hand
I remove the tears of the extinguished stars
which blurs my vision
with the sand crumbs off chance
I suffocate the powerlessness that sleeps
in the hourglass of the abnormal sunset
the tentacles of instinct cling with fear
in the sunrise as a pale shade
I open my eyes
in the immensity of the surrounding void
the caterpillar is waiting to spread its wings
the eyes of the wings are like the sky
the butterfly takes flight
brinas
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