of the world
push me upward in your anger
into your arms
i want to be fully human
unafraid of the vast night
that surrounds our frail
skulls;
in me
a luminous skeleton
a mineral web of light
a sinew of dialectical mercury
a mirror of air
a storm of verbs
a root of veins
gathers,
gestates,
agonizes,
rises
a full sail
a net of winds
a companion of these winds.
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you have to touch
the ground under my feet.
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between
my identity
and
the ground
that holds them up,
you will begin
grasping
the thing
which is reflected
in the six syllables of my
name.
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Por qué nací
bajo este signo
en mí residen
las peores experiencias
heredadas a golpes
enterradas a lágrimas
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