BEACH SEPTEMBER ‘64 Comments

tonight you see your residue outlines
the tiny leak through which passes
the ocean of reproaches the drum
of debts and sales the individual
who stagnates in here where I scream
your name without echo without
it saying me to me without it saying I see
the place where I who laugh
remain fixed in the smile of the stance
not remembering the gesture nor the reason
nor the how or the exact today that does not stand
and while I prey time with time
I feel your distance in the prohibition
that drives me back here where I remain
what I was for you along the leak
through which I pass and pass again and the very guilt
surfaces for which I sing and cry
as if I were at the bottom of the ladder
and did not feel the blow of the shovel
that makes me father of my father and stamp
that imitates yours with no hope left
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