I know by now, here
you have sought love elsewhere
and wish for nothing more
than my dissipation
to make listen those who you call.
I wrought fish from the ferrous sea
to make keys, to reclude
and those bones enter no doorway
unsurpassed via miles of houses
shacks upon shore
pressing the bell tower
to kneel at the knell
and I shie at the shell
with cold season snap per chance
from a weedy well.
Our year of blood fear
a suscipe for the end of it all.
I allow myself future
so to weld and hammer
artificial worlds und gelb jacken
gilded geld for the guild
guilt for the debt and the dead
we build a paper bridge
girders to its rust
So shade to grey shale
some arc for the non-event
the trust of Mnemosyne and her sung stimmung
when you’ve left dust and trace on island crust
and reapparition of all whom we have known
when time tells itself apace to break from space.
Ariel Riveros Pavez 
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