A black leopard sings the song of the sea
A photograph of silence
Rests against a wall of deviance
Broken glass scrapes against eye lids
Echoes caught in sinking seines
Delivering a bounty of broken wings and frozen time.
A white leopard sings the song of the stars
Scything is the memory
Calling alone from the balcony
Still and without fruit stands the tree
Night walks down cobblestone streets
Overwhelming kitchens and fortunes.
A kodkod sings the song of the moonrise
A purse of fears
Envelops the broken mirror
The lotus quickly learns to revere
Wax and wane metamorph through the nights
Abandoning the fortress and the light.
~La escala llega a la luna. Córtame la sombra.
Love,
Digress.
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