OBSERVED IN NATURE

After the death of youth

and the alignment with time

there is not even time to remember

the countless loopholes that have comprised my castle of deception,

not even time to flirt with disaster.

And the integrity of the soul feels like an ironic coincidence,

puffed up by indifference and aftertaste,

waiting hopelessly to happen or not.

I so much wish I had an unsinkable ship

immersed in an oceanic yearning spinning along with the universe.