All the words were retained
in the mooring of the pier of loneliness
between the edges of time
and the early swell
where the consolidated shores are wrapped up
in the intense uncoordination
of the artisans of memory.
Validity is timeless
before the strangeness of so much conformation
and the multitudes have dispensed with all value
passing to the existence
of isolated cases in the ephemeral.
Some say
"that memory is short
but it would seem
that memory has never existed.
