As foul as earth’s retinae
Blackened beyond repair
Dirty of digital imprints
Spread on everywhere
This finger here will add multiple blurs
And hide the life behind
Any breathing hide that earth endures
As J.C. drowned the world in books
(Julio Cortázar’s mind)
And fed souls just with skilful looks
Equally perverted gaze
Is that of my pious eye
Set to be lost in the maze
Of any labyrinthine alibi
And as a sinister rayless of disgusts
I see your angers mine
Presenting a shield for your thrusts
To pierce or discontinue
For where is the cure
For the disease you abhor
In a bomb to subdue
Or in a smile for evermore
