Empathy In Darkness
We thought we have two lives,
Al least one real, today none is real.
Apocalypses in the Bible, it was a human episode.
But now a different disaster.
In my mind, only digits I can see,
No birds, no roses, no trees, no fathers, no mothers.
Towns that are not towns.
Urgently, I need to skype Mayans and
Neruda: Is so happens, I am sick to be a man.
The center is an absence, of a point, of infinity.
We need presence.
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