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Reader. Gamer. Binary Mystic.
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Thursday, February 24, 2005
Vibraciones
I. Tree
Pedro se sienta
y dice
la palabra
"árbol"
y imagina
vibraciones
resonando
desde el pasado
hacia el presente
el dice la palabra
y ve
el primer árbol en el primer jardín
con su fruta
con su serpiente.
Se sienta debajo
de su árbol en su jardín
y sabe que su idioma
es la fruta
y que su lengua
es el serpiente
que silba
debajo del árbol.
II.
At night I dream of a dark ocean full of letters
with waves that rush and pull at my feet
the letters spill onto the shore
and beat against the rocks
I know that if I enter these waters
the waves will pull me under
swallowing me whole
filling my pink lungs.
I know that if I open my eyes
I will see the source
But for some reason, in my dreams,
I keep my eyes and mouth shut
blinding myself
suffocating myself
The letters are warm and silky
they cover my skin
constantly forming
infinite permutations
and combinations of words.
I know, in my dreams, that one day
these waters with caste my cold body out
and I will lay on the shore
as the letters recede back into the sea.
I know this in my dreams...
5:23 AM
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