Poema

 

In this apocryphal place, 

windy and woeful, 

erosive voids bloom 

craters and monoliths of quietude. 

A petrified forest engenders 

fruits of pebbles. 

This nest-egg, 

procreation of sterility, 

archaeology of the instant, 

recognizes arid and rude, 

nourushes the root of nothingness, 

exhume seeds of  mummification, 

immobility can be a mystery 

or an answer. Sphinxes 

contradicts stone and corrosion 

Extracting essesnces from the dry  

and hermetic  ink that writes 

exiles and transubstantions 

in the extiguished 

Tree of Life.  

(Livro publicado no Reino Unido em 2013).