At night 

it feeds on birdsong

with the back of my hand 

I remove the tears of the extinguished stars

which blurs my vision

with the sand crumbs off chance

I suffocate the powerlessness that sleeps

in the hourglass of the abnormal sunset

the tentacles of instinct cling with fear

in the sunrise as a pale shade

I open my eyes

in the immensity of the surrounding void

the caterpillar is waiting to spread its wings

the eyes of the wings are like the sky

the Butterfly Takes flight

brinas

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