en el vacio

no me encuentro, perdido en la pagina
no me encuentro en las palabras, no me encuentro
ni en el espacio entre cada letra ni en la eternidad entre palabras

me he perdido en los angulos rectos de la pagina
en el renglón que empieza y termina
el sonido del teclado forma su propio universo
una dimension mas alla del eco de las palabras

me he perdido en un pensamiento que no tiene fin
y cuyo comienzo se divisa en un silencio
en el temblor de una pausa en la oracion que termina

me he perdido, y aun el compás dirige a otro vacio
el moviento del silencio en el sonido del recuerdo
la resaca de un abecedario inventado en el tiempo
que solo existe entre cada latido

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