My Poverty Is Not Complete: It Lacks

When I Look For My Existence I Do Not Look For It In Myself.

I Have Come One Step Away From Everything. And Here I Stay, Far From Everything, One Step Away.

More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight Of Them.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.