Por José R. Rivera Belaval
I stood in front of myself in another
It stood magnifying every inch of my existence
Its branches stretching into life
If I have no eyes I see the darkness
Through my bark fingers and green nails
I began forgetting our names
Scientific one
Familiar one
Categories erase themselves
Our faces
The texture of our colors
I had my curls
They turned the colors of the sun’s death
I did not began where I ended
Just stretched as I dug into the soil
Soul
Salt
Dust of divine bones
Dropped off as memories of crystal lives
Of that first burial of the seed
On that vein of fluidity
I sang the rain
And drank the fire
I covered myself in the watered earth
I am this magnificent soft whisper of wind turned life in front of me
This eternal swift and huff
These ephemeral swings and laughs
I held the bird that found a home in me
I also flew wherever it went
Swam in the milky cloud’s skins and
Surfed the zephyrs cold tails
Breathe in the shadows of stars
Glimmering in my sap
Glimmering in my tears
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