The colors of man

And the colors were visible.
Emerging from the horizon the tones of red froliked in capricious forms,
immense with the yellow and grey in the background,
atomic green bursts into a sliding serpent that devours the stars,
The winds from afar superb on its movement and rhythm crushes the time with time.
Cripples down the space with space dominating the existence of man.

Memories from the past brings their obsession making it last,
a symphony of blood and thunder make them to fly and rise,
contained into its own jail always craving the way out,
pure hope and greed and love all intertwined into the sublime ideal of escape,

Craft and power makes its weak limbs be covered with gold and iron,
Empowering the laws of the universe on his own mind self-created illusion,
thinking as god, believing is god, making god from its own remains and ashes.
From its own oblivion.

Crawling deep into the brain is the worm of rationality,
self contained and powerful in the arts of domination and war,
draws the shadow of faith its siamese brother; this is the shadow that follows the man,
that as a stalking monster mimicks the steps of its brother to drain man's spirit then
cleaving its vampiric teeth forever.

Then, the colors turns into death,
irritating the skin, corroding the lips, face, chest, legs and beauty of man as a race,
draining the love from their hearts conceiving then the envy and anger as the pillars of time and will,

There is no more time to crush except gold in exchange,
there are no more colors to paint but tainted tints of death,
man has become its own spirit and its own nemesis,
encaged on the jail of the universe left to be puzzled here forever.


Andrés