Vaivén

The voices are of silky texture

Holding onto mnemic paralysis.

Fragrant waves that fluctuate between

–The ghastly

and

the Lively–

An immersion I’m not very proud of.

And for that,

may I be a servant to your nearest dreams,

for the cross I nailed myself into

is in need of dire attention.

And if it takes a heart

to dwell into a distant future,

then, for the sake of composure,

regardless of the clashing,

I’ll remain as your watchtower.

By: Carlos Vélez