The ontology of your sap, excommunicates the Sideral captivity.

Your scents colonize my being My silence is populated by your light

You are the cosmic dream that escapes at dawn in the troubled sea of my center-moon. A whisper that struggles, resurrects, remains, invulnerable, and flies to the ancestral nest refusing death and oblivion. You are the clandestine sidereal promise, portal to another Matrix…

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And you dyed my world Sea green Just to be my peace You set the cosmos on fire With your icy light You desolated the sky You banished the archaic You planted your clarity In my window - garden Germinating dews Incessant in every Dawn Maker of magma And moons You kidnapped my

The Advent of Light Your eyes have fallen like ethereal Perseids, fertilizing the clandestine heartbeat of the sun. Words are cosmic echoes, setting ancient liturgies ablaze. The time of Epiphany is drawing near, whispering designs from other centuries… Premonitions — labor.

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The absence of your echo is not embroidered with stardust. It is not emptiness. It is not a wound. It is only a pause. A pulsing heartbeat. A silence within another silence, slow, ports and bridges that will open a path among the signs of time until they flood the blue. And

Day Zero At the crossroads Hand in hand With doubt Faltering fallacies Complicit silences Sidereal forces Proclaiming the reign Of the “not yet been” Words Cosmic echoes Dancing the surprise That overshadows the ordinary And its oblivions The

The Predecessor I was the predecessor, the blue bird of your dream, sowing ancestral stars in the alchemy of your eyes. I grew in the absence, in the holy heresy of skin, in the ungodly altars where my desire becomes a law. You are the primordial prophecy, the original echo, the