we organic images dissolving earth our future children stare at us unfixed from a residence of stars in their sidereal ships ho sailing beyond within their eyes black in kingdoms of gold like the rocks of this desert where we wander in circles tails up the mass of time and our vision goes backwards the traces we see after something not even existing beyond the prints all dreams end here where our cry began resounding in museums of a world we believed neverending and we stop exhausted beginning not again and the panic like the lights of some star exploding flashing in black holes of not knowing if we ever made a away out of this mud