Between the lines

Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS



Blurry images,

in the kaleidoscope,
 
between the lines,
 
at the final point.
 
Between images,
 
there are memories,
 
misty clouds.
 
Revelations,
 
in the apocalypse.
 
In the circle,
 
that closes,
 
in that whirl,
 
that stirs,
 
my storms.
 
In the stillness,
 
of reaching the end,
 
little by little,
 
toward the destiny,
 
of being nothing.
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