Epigraph of a Shadow, The Blind Sand of Prufrock

The image of a triangle dislocates beauty, Its angles surround the perfection Of its hallucination. The brown fog is sterilized by a Drowning visit to Mermaids that burn throughout A mirror. Purple, in your arms, Alfred, thick, explosive, as The mouth stains the apple, When the whispers of children remove our eyes. Mauricio Garnica