Tonight the advent of death.
Welcomes between his chest golden breath subverts their eyes to the infinite
where he finds his reason, his clothing and rags.
and then observed in her direction,
where winds have left the remnants of its passage,
It has to engage his luck in the ceiling space synchronicities;
where cold is in its path of ultimate reality that is, the fatigue
whisper-
vacuum what remains of words that abound.
A tumult governed his voice trembling in the vibrant breath
seas where waves reberveran his cold bones and guards.
and take away your breath as it sinks. After
sleep, and dream in a dream that is not the one
-but a dream that does not contemplate
And hot air blast of light that blunts their pupils
itself takes an object that is not given ,
snatches the future we all expected and appropriate that in painful silence extends arms
emerges in both absolute and finite.
and vibrates in the ability to ensure their ephemeral eternity
and miles of eternity that detract from burning.
advents Death in the warning of the night.
