The Humanoid
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It scatters in the mist as it grows larger than a ship, as it creeps under it lurks and dwells in oblivion, the stormy windy frostbites that led one another into its heart for a memory shall be of regret where lays the crime scene of a forgotten lover, so far, it belongs to nowhere.

The Humanoid

It scatters in the mist as it grows larger than a ship, as it creeps under it lurks and dwells in oblivion,

the stormy windy frostbites that led one another into its heart for a memory shall be of regret where lays the crime scene of a forgotten lover, so far, it belongs to nowhere.

As a great term of indolence aches and sores that stamps past non realized memories leisurely returns as the eyes of a solid man weeps,

the old and new tales of a future repeating its past over and over settles the permanent cycle, and as he mutters about it, he already forgot.

Mindless doomed mankind's vanishes in the stream of evolution and smelts with it, for another vainly short period of memorable days is gone,

the pottery remains and as the sunsets erasing the last fragments of life, night swallows into the darkness the mystery of a history and its legends will never become a legacy.

Yawning nights blowing up and down the silk branches of a silvered haired humanoid,

bronzed skin and golden hearted who journeys alone in the desolate wastelands practicing taxidermy building up mannequins,

mourning waiting for the sun with its dolls in the gravel shore with the blast of a fresh breeze that blows between the mountains of solitude.

The despair of the stars in the unseal swirl catches the luminosity of fools,

as they dare to descend unwished and unwanted for their free will has been taken by not providing self-condolences and yet some of them once cared pretentiously,

the nodding of a wonder comes from below and enthralled by the shone it feels unalloyed, it's the last description of a banished vivid life, the humanoid.

- Gustavo Barreto 1.10.2020

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