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.