the edge of the worldhave left us alone on the edge of the world,a space dressed of long corrosive nights where the journey is the memory of usthat cuts like a mist, a quietsomething inevitable,have left us alone in a bare whisperstoring between our fingers our separate bonesour eyes flashing black-winged butterfliesseeking rest in the body the intense agony of lifehave left us alone in the worldwith the stars on the lips, desirable by a silent springof a rest that shake our stone heartsor sand or white sandstonedissolve between the dry tears and swollen intentions have left us alone on the shoreto shake our ecoto multiply our c