Time as a Memory

The ship of time sank

between two defective minutes

the temptation of hope hums a song

the waves of the impossible

caress the wreck of time

which is agonizing now

crucified between two worlds

in the altered reality

I am reached by

someone else's sunset

it follows my steps

as a spirit

the air rustles

when an unreal bird appears

flying to nowhere

I mistake myself

for the spirit following me

I merge with it

turning myself into a spirit

following the flight

of the unreal bird

instead of grains of sand

flowing from the hourglass

I saw planets

spinning

around their own axis

and orbiting

around time

then infinite absorbed me

and then I wrote

the first poem