I believe
in a body
that made unity
its pharaoh
and went underground
carrying a sun as diverse
as the book of autumn
and as example
made every word
a monument
and worshipped
every grain of sand
as a thousand years of change,
with its hand it felt
the different aspects of truth
and knitted language
with the roots of an ancient sky
this body, I believe
left its mortal shell
as an invisible song
featherless and boundless
while drunk from the universe
we began licking the memories
of its dream.
