The architecture of a distant flight

Os Negrete

Your windy presence seeped through every intersection of the walls of my conscience and caused a collapse of each column holding my pitiful loneliness pyramid. It blew the debris with it's auroral wind, born from your lips, and on its site, raised a whole cathedral of light. From your hair, an outline of an infinite utopy by my side spread up to scales that latitudes could never express. Between each labyrinthine structure erected or planted by demons right before me in my dreams, I could recognize and follow your glowing trails floating through the hallways, and always found your everlasting light delta, the same one that built bell towers in my mind that scratched heaven, and inside them, the grief of their bells shook the sky when your hand forsake mine, like air forsake your respiratory system. And I swear that as i lay there in the grass, I could see you, undrawing in a perfect ecliptic slowly under heaven making your self everlasting with the geometry of the stars, where you rest.My spine, that endured all of the beautifully chaotic earthquakes of your happiness without cracking one millimeter, collapsed under the first horrid echoes of my hysterical voice launched in D minor to the horizon line. Each frame where your epiphany once walked became asymmetrical, each dream is a horrible non reverse fractal where i never reach you , and all your forms and lavish colors, in which my corneas where sanitized, were des saturated, leaving you without any cogency, and leaving me with a look suspended in time. I keep coming home, all disassembled, musicless, at one touch of collapse. My foundations are not here, they are where it should be the ceiling, they're up there, they are with you. All that's left is this cloud of dust where once was built a heart that you gave beautiful architecture, the infinite reverb of your musical laughter at my majestic auditorium, a facade that will never again be parallel to your stained glass eyes, and arms eroded by the constant flow of your ghost between them. And if i could reach you in your eternity, i would kiss you to remember how sweet the golden ratio tastes when is harmonized on your lips.