i seek the future & the future seeks back

kcab
back
so
bad
i
want
twan.

‘tis
a
longing.

beyond
the
carnal

i
feel
a
throe
eorht,

i hear you.

i
sense
it.

everything
in
me
says that :
go back.

but
isn’t
that
which
i always
inevitablemente
end
up
doing
anyways?

the mistery
of which
Paz
bespoke of?

*Octavio Paz, Laberinto de la Soledad