Ask to the sphinx
how were the ancient missing humanities.
their art, their writing, their devices, their clothes,
their ornaments and their science.
They had to be so many civilizations
that bloomed and crystallized,
multiplied, like a prisms complex...
With as much splendor,
that exceeded surreal dreams.
But the trepidant night of fury elements
fell or would be the unfortunate pride of Cain.
That humanity was erased of the Earth...
Oh, Sphinx,
only you know the answer
you lock up it in your entrails;
(most select Egyptian they kept and polished your secret).
And you now impose your millenarian silence
in front of the wind pointing your scars.
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