The Hands of a New God

I was born in the midst

of dead dreams.

I woke up in the hands of a new God.

 

Just around the corner is your

guardian angel who forgot he sold

his wings at a bargain price.

 

I adore your wasted time.

I adore a past

that still has not come.

I believe that this spring

will come back and it will share

bread and wine with us.

 

The sunset will wake up,

giving a name to the lost words.

I've been trying to lie to death

for ages, but a purple star

has peeled off my palate.

 

The truth no longer bothers me,

the lie has swallowed

its own tongue.

I stand on the highest abyss,

savoring the wind that robs me

of the remnants of life,

of the remnants of immortality.