The Shipwreck of the Reason
Crushing my temples in my hands
I can still harken the echoes following me across the labyrinth,
now louder in one side, now lower in the other.
Roller coasters and horror images come about
along with an incessant hammering like thunder,
muddy ways guard the return
and far beyond the trail, fades itself.
Copyright © Francisco Lopez | Year Posted 2019
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