One night when time changes

One night when time changes. Shades, forms, reference marks. One night when very articulates itself. Differently, abruptly. Extinguishing the lights. Hugging our prayers. In vague murmurs. The head to be knocked against the walls. While resting not to fall. With triviums, details. Staggering before sinking. With deepest of a fault. Traced with blows of cutter. In the bitter skin. From this night when time changes. When the heart knocks in the vacuum. That the steps move back. In the opposite direction of a will. Skinned by damage itself. With the erosion of the years. In the slow repetition of the depression of a time. Where the trees and the monuments yield. That the dreams are curved. Under the yoke of the crushing of an oppression. Entering while penetrating. One night when time changes. Under the cane. Of a pause or a stop in the rustle of the wind. Flight of a bee. A softness without similar. Who takes care, who bewitches. Nothing moves. Not even the crack in the wall. Not even the red tear. With the colors of blood. Oozing of the suffering of the years. Run the one night old honey when any rocker. Writing the moment in capital letter. At the end of the tended finger. Tracing on the sky of the words to be read. Like peace or love for always.