The Antidote

 
the sky is a metaphorical roof,
does not fall...
the earth is a programed dancer,
spins, spins... 
does not get dizzy
and you...
trapped between them,
the eagles despise you,
the worms await you,
so shall the siege end?
you run... you run...
perhaps you slip of this ball,
you stumble with a star,
to change the track,
but you are a nailed doll,
by the falsity of the gravity,
In an everlasting theatre,
does not fall the curtain
a winged clay,
by the illusion of the feathers,
so can the stones fly!?
look at it...
your pages are sick with diabetes,
and the syringe is a pen
your words are paralyzed,
their wheelchair is rounded lines,
painted by pains
the fishes walk beside you,
blueness to blueness,
your ideas are amphibious,
jump nervously from a paper to a paper,
so is this delirium enough to you?
resemble by the nothingness,
so do you understand the meaning??
If your insanity becomes crazy again,
back to its rationality,
and wish that the giant of the ants rises in you,
to drag the winter from its ear,
and tell you the truth,
you are who pass' between the blanks of your fingers,
not the sand ...you ...  you...so are you dead?
throw everything behind you,
and go on…
the heart, the veins, and pulse of the noise,
take off the night, and wearing it as a shirt,
adorned with clouds
stitch its buttons with needles of rain,
the buttonholes are the stars
and be a wound…
surprise the dagger,
By opening the doors,
stab it with the surprising,
it will be disappointed,
and announces the return.
be a prey…
bursts its blood,
in the neck of the tusks,
tear it up with your childhood,
you will put its brutality down,
in the flesh of the soil
be an air…
choke the emptiness,
 between the face and the mask,
you will expose them with your unity,
and end the fraud
be a grave…
grow a rose, give you life,
your soul will return,
without the body,
with a gravestone calls you:
Blossom…,
blossom for eternity and explode as a perfume,
rip your shroud, the clay of the wilt, and build a palace,
Inspired by the sea,
from poetry cramps inspires existence,
to give a moon,
be anything,
be everything,
but…
do not be a human.