Is there a possibility
of ache and wonder
some knowledge
of cave and cadence
has man
any recognition
of the dream
in the edifice
of infinity
the sun
is drowning
in red essence
everything
sleeps
like a butterfly
in flight
lucid
shapeless
earth.
Estoy naciendo –
del nebuloso bunker
de cruel manía de risa
mis ojos son todavía ostras de pétalos suaves
semiabiertos con chispa rosa de olor
estoy siendo creado –
por hombros de cielos a primera luz
por las cuatro palabras del viento
por la mirada caída del mar temblante
estoy emergiendo –
con vestuario fecundo del desierto sobre mis pieles
el semblante de roca busca atenazar su agua
construyendo el esqueleto desde las raíces de un silencio
estoy en transición –
de cascara de vidrio a unas alas de trueno
de átomo partido a civilización de abrazos
hoy dejo de ser mancha negra en el ocaso
para turnar azul como la mística sal del cielo.
A quick translation:
I am being born –
from nebulous bunkers
and cruel frenzy of laughter
my eyes are still oysters of soft petals
half-open with rosy flint of scent
I am being created –
by shoulders of skies at first dawn
by the four words of the wind
by the fallen gaze of trembling sea
I am emerging –
with the fecund clothes of the desert over my skins
the face of rock seeking to pinch its water
constructing the skeleton from the roots of silence
I am in transition –
from husk of glass to wings of thunder
from split atom to a civilization of embraces
today I cease being black stain in the twilight
so as to turn blue like the mystical salt of the sky.
I only dream
of filling the body with dry sand
to relegate desire to veins of darkness
flowing relentlessly towards a dragging sea –
if hands and fangs were buried in true illusion,
thirsty accidents and ultimate beginnings;
the taste of polar penumbras
to blind the eyes with totality
defoliate the skin as absurd autumns
to lay thought as a carpet over existence
and roll down the slopes of nothingness,
as the denuded birds throw off their wings
to join the worms wallowing in the mud
of my ancient heart.
Robbed by arm of silence
So gripped by gust of blood
Skin and memory
Armored in the forgotten touch
My borrowed energy
In the wisp of a climax
There in the moment
Of utter gentleness
Passivity
I am passing by
The tortures of knowing
Essence of ugliness and existence
As a prostitute of pain
I am the swallowing,
Bubbles of rain and rust
The peel of utter
Hidings, remnants
Like anthill happiness.
Poem of dew legs
towards the heavy
impulse of bottom breath
the eyes turn road to exile
laughing culmination of clouds
poem of bitter it
ourselves tapping one universe
adhered living blindness
the motion of emptiness
the physics higher and unbroken
poem of tide or meaning
wrestling rustle of weight
hands dancing communication
the voice of whole suffering fingers
back and forth in speeding wounds
poem of cigarettes
transformation the blurry face
a voice of fatal fury
the organ of trembling gray
to smoke the blue song
a chasm of notes
eternally
behind the thistle
of your victim
eyes.
I graze you
like a meadow
of unwanted weeds
because bitterness
is a school
and the only flowers
are my sensations
in the paradisical
deserts of the
mind.
Horribly dreamt
I have a street
its conceptual secrets
like invisible rage
I pertain to abandonment
it hurts to disappear
wakefully vanishing
in the gaseous actuality
I roam like invisible pain
hidden behind monstrous eyes
eavesdropping, like sun of insects
interminably the hour and a smile
release… release my skin
hurdled over blank shrub
my feet slither pass the common earth
alive with some deadly truth
I run
and shattered are
the windows of lies.
Sacred pus
azure tear of honey
illusion final and deathly
broken ache of eternal fragment
mind hidden as noise – butter twilight
brick dishonestly masking the painful
I glimpse and all else is rain and light
sometimes pause, the dark name of time
find me aging in the salt of the vein
thirsty with the mountainous experience
of sex and surface, the glass of self vs. ideal
contact or the collapse of the soft spots of obelisks
dents of fossils because the mother cries of purpose
skeleton breasts and her milk of the loving ineffability
the drug of understanding, my knowledge of futility
your awry focus on the skin, the nostalgia of eye
love in the bite of flesh and smell of age
more is forthcoming involuntarily
by an intelligence of blindness
the sky and its language
in your mouth
the pus
of
me.
I observe myself moving
rather consistently and sensibly
riding my bike in accordance to
god-knows-what prospect
going up steps dandily
sipping tea effortlessly
simultaneously
throbbing anguish
a howl permanently
outstretched, a gash
of purulent sound
like the grumbling
of a terribly cynical
mind
therefore
I am
nonplussed by
so innocent normality
I pretend to embody
while the hostility of the unknown
goddamned world
corners me to the tiniest
spot inside the human soul
almost immobile
condemned to see life as a
glassed-in fish
while in fact
I’m the last conscious thread
dangling atop the
immense abyss
of noise, shape and paradox
unquestionably a plaything
of innumerable forces and trickery;
bearing the high formulations of daily destiny
with a stupid smile and
hardwired etiquette –
all the while
expecting the towering walls
of reality
to finally to collapse
and bury me
in their
filthy falsity
The unintelligibility of the hand
arbitrary and soft
the fingers of the lover
enough heat from the sun
a momentary window on my skin
an animal cry
born in every vein –
I’m trembling against the vastness
I’m already in the garden
wondering how these flowers
connect me to the beginning of life
I see your naked body
on the disquieted branch
I am splinter
striking the sky –
have you felt the insect
climbing simultaneously
our arms and forests…
the universe peacefully
on your breasts;
have we knitted our mysteries
with yellow fire
will we love in silence
observing the wild dance
of the worlds –
somewhere with closed eyes
our origin
a purpose incomprehensible
within
all formations and eruptions
your lips are asleep
an epoch
with the rain as memory
we die as children.
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