The Loneliness of the Dead Man

Remember the loneliness of the dead man!
When the light in his eyes turned to ice,
He gazed at the corner of the sky!

Walking in the trance of illusion,
Awaiting the homage of those not yet dead,
In the nocturnal garden of desires.

And the loneliness of the dead man,
The narrator,
Is the restless gaze between staying and leaving.

And the blossoms of putrefaction,
In an untimely choke,
Steal the possibility of presence and,
The possibility of speech.
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Remember the loneliness of the dead man …