Poem

Having understood the meaninglessness of meaning,
Having distilled all the half truths and the half lies,
Having observed the motion of nothingness,
Having depleted what was left after everything was taken away,
I no longer see the drowned faces, the eroded dreams.
I no longer hear the voice of summer, that boy that I was.

© Ernesto González, 2010

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