Desolación

Animal body, femininity, the key, opening rusty locks, riding the pasture, seeing horizon on stones, I melt among the flowering grass, there I let myself fall. Warm night asleep, awake, I found a window that with yellow dresses, the wind drawn, frightened and delighted, key thought, so mine, so yours ... Walking along each shore quieted like nothingness, the infinite waiting for a whole, not staying with anything, keeping quiet because everything was said. The doors of the show open, make their great theater inside and outside, creations fall into materializations, swarms of labyrinths, fraying, looking again, it is the same in each place, turn after turn, see it so clear and stay for the joy of knowing the term. What is left if we do not wait for what everyone expects... the birth of our own death.