Origin of Life
The origin of life starts
from the mythical zero
and the death of the enigmatic God
before the immenseness that I am
an escape from the unheard-of authenticity
I learn to grow old by stumbling,
by searching for my life in the Beginning of Time
light isn’t the exclusive property of the baby
who vaguely remembers darkness
and knows that greediness exists
in the innocence of things
in the whistling sound of water
beyond the shadows over another land
each being a goodbye
that floats over the flattened time
over the foggy skull of the old man
tightly held by the net
that signals to the water
verses that once
it tried to discover
in the origin of kites.

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