Vox Of Anti-Time

Distorted walls cannot tear the lights of thunder

and the flashes of reason

If something must still happen, it shall happen

following the rules of anti-logic

Flee from the ignoble joke of nature,

that vegetates in company of the fetid ignorance

Don't burn your energy trying

to stand your anti-you

Scratch lunacy and remember that, after all,

everything can be brought back to a ridiculous

game by the vox of anti-time.

You cannot separate happiness from your life,

as your life is not exempt form tragedy

World is made the contrary of what

the common sense is done

It leans on a ignorant and unthankful substratum,

that sings hosanna to the ones who kill

and spits on those who celebrate the excitement of life,

that worships the false prophets refusing the simplicity

of sincere feelings, to protect his own inconsistent shell

from the disappointment of raw truth.

I am against every stereotype or icons

I yearn an antiseptic space,

impatient and devoid of shame

I know it exists, it is inside me

Sometimes outside me

I've been there with my mind.