When you look down guillotine life
on the last run of the descent.
His gaze fades,
walk through death for a moment
collapsing
The universe as we know it collapses
struck down by contempt
and the ignorance of the people
who will no longer look into each other's eyes.

This is how the look falls, brother, sister.
Next to the immense loom tears apart the horizon.
Faded, frayed and blurry
that open space in the lament.
The horizon was abyss; the direction, your look.
The abyss in which the sand lost time
of the monstrosities of this life
as long as the feet feel another herbage on the plant,
that of your ecstatic creatures.