you were wisdom
or you were not wisdom
you were restlessness
in the face of winter
you knew emotional devastation
& were proud
to have retained so many
traces of what went before
what suffered in you
what told you how things were
even though they were not

I feel like I’m in free-fall
a regime of tiny plummetings
impossible to overthrow
floors slipped away
or dispersed into a vague oblivion
so many imperceptible plunges
so close together in time
it feels like unrelenting free-fall
irreversible retreat
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tantas peculiaridades no vistas
tantos cantos de tremendo porvenir
no escuchados ni entendidos
porque en el fondo
vivimos construyendo capa por capa
sistemas de aislación
cada vez más densos
y el cuerpo nos traiciona
y se van los sentidos
y desde un escondite preferido
en medio de todos los ídolos
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Suddenly, she is swept up, taken off, by remorseless shadows. She is taken in by specters, haunts and villains. She is detailed and detained. Enmeshed. Embedded. Dethroned. Defrocked. She is questioned. Why? Why do you exist? And do you believe you exist? And do you believe?

You are the tip of the enemy’s spear. You are poison cloaked in truth. You are the mischief we seek to empty from this world. You are, like any other earthen vessel, breakable, and we intend to break you.

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En tierras familiares, de nuevo
De repente
Visto y olvido, no visto
Y aquí está
Como una bofetada en la cara
Que te deja dormido
Y te vuelves a olvidar
Aire que respiras y te deja
Sin respiración.
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How shall I fill in the last
Page of this notebook?

A memory carry-on loosely bound
Together by an overstretched

Elastic band; lonely, dog-eared
From coutless days of faithfulnes

Ink-blotted from wet
Smudges on its back

I thought a few lines of reverence
Would do the trick

I thought a cartrigdeful of
Squiggly markings

Would keep it satisfied
For the night

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With a penny drop I remember
With aloofness I seem to remain
The city that stirs below me
The lights of which
Crawl down a lane.

I’ve come to see it all
From a distance
As though my feet had stalled
On the ground of tiered asphalt
Soil of history’s gnaw

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