to the ritual
for the anniversary of tomorrow
to dig a hole
in the wish that it rains
to that one
that traveled to the past
and asked from the reason of the multiverse
to the empty space between us
to the things
and distance
from the great darkness
to the great light!
Other poems
the bird does not deceit itself the plant does not glorify the fruit the pain does not think of the nerve the fate of the grass is not significant for the deer the south does not know of its north the fear is not a distance between the night and the tree crimson ...
I am suspicious of my memory it only recollects the reminiscences of the fall I am suspicious of the room; the objects are hovering in its air with a marvelous order I am suspicious of my hand; it offers me a cigarette and walks along the length of the room with me...
in the unknown outskirts unknown forms, have unknown smiles in the form of a circle, they sleep in the form of a rectangle, they go in the no angle form, they give birth in the unknown outskirts, it is the wind that which is passing and on the distributed...
... I remove the chair from myself, I remove the room from the chair, the wall I remove from the room, a square with four open sides, I dismantle the four from the square, the sides I dismantle from the four, I dismantle the square from the sides, ...
that being indeterminate and opaque is all possibility possible (is the omnipotence of eventuality) it knows there is no other possibility or we have forgotten, every possible way.
urbanrecall 4