la página sin palabras

no puedo escribir más.
en la página bailan fantasmas,
sombras que dejan su esencia
sobre los blancos renglones.

no puedo escribir más.
el terror del vacio
neutraliza cada sonido,
consume cada palabra.

que calle el tiempo
que se lleve consigo
a los ladrones de mis horas,
que cesen los ecos
del coro que hurta mis emociones.

se van con el tiempo
los fonemas y las reglas
las manos del reloj aprientan las horas
y vagos momentos resplandecen en el recuerdo.

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