Jacobo Rengifo Cavestany

The mystic pledge of the incoming

No coherence means no meaning. Or was meaning always a wrong question to ask?

I summit my life
to the pledge of the mystic,
And with them by hand
i may rise of fallen times.
 
With rush i charge my debit to your card
and both we try to float
on this different side.
 
A boat came to pick me
in front of your eyes,
and instead of taking a bath,
i took the ocean,
if that possible.
 
With face in one hand I cry,
to the front of the sea where the canal.
 
And heaven, and sky,
and plains planes i sorrow,
Without the main void
of my soul by my side.
 
New horizons may rise,
new meetings with different encounters,
in a corner of the light,
a shade is always bright.
 
She follows my steps trough
any pathway of success or failure
i may ask permission for.

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