Asteroid Belt

A trifling sum of clamour during the crisis of my faith Bedazzled by immortelle, or steamed away by Nuevo Fidelidad Down the muddy river where splinters in the brain Carry-on my thoughts a hundred leagues away. Within the walls, among the stars, there’s nothing to afford, As I retrograde and ossify the obscene habit of self in its stride, The eternal nothing of me that masticates own pride. Obstinately, I limit my time, as a proof of destruction, a hard sell, Giving the emotions a repressive flight over the 90-yards-in-hell. In the palace of intrigue I’m fixated on the cannon-balls of life That morph piety and devotion into an undying realm of charm. Hey stranger! You, in the mirror, where hope transcends itself, Use the claws of measureless love gripped by the scent of an unlimited desire, In the deserts among the skeletons who have become the guardians Of your grief, that encompasses the being itself, every time the mirror is passed by. I yielded to the cautionary evil by being smithed as a human anvil, Enduring myself in this scanty world of greedy dwarfs pretending to portray the class. As docking into own despair, now and henceforth, The avenged is avenged, The killed is killed, the loved was loved, the remorse always felt, Deep, deep in the heart and as far-further than the asteroid belt.