You Are Not the Others/ No eres los otros

The writings left behind by those your dread

Implores won't have to save you. You are not

The others, and you see your feet have brought

You to the center of a maze their tread

Has plotted. Jesus' pain will afford no pardon,

Nor Socrates' suffering, nor the inviolate

Golden Siddhartha, who within the twilit

Final hour of evening, in a garden,

Accepted death. These too are dust: the soundless

Verb spoken by your lips, and the word written

By your hand. In Fate there is no pity

And the enduring night of God is boundless.

Your matter is time, its unchecked and unreckoned

Passing. You are each solitary second.

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No te habra salvar lo que dejaron

Escrito aquellos que tu miedo implora;

No eres los ortos y te ves ahora

Centro del laberinto que tramaron

Tus pasos. No te salva la agonia

De Jesus o de ocrates ni el fuerte

Siddhartha de oro que acepto la muerte

En un jardin, al delinar el dia.

Polvo tambien es la palabra escrita

Por tu mano o el verbo pronunciado

Por tu boca. no hay lastima en el hado

Y la noche de Dios es infinita.

Tu materia es el tiempo, el incesante

Tiempo. Eres cada solitario instante.