Queens Marriage License

The suit smoke and cobwebs broken allowing
-ever cross but never free-
these half open cracks in the walls those whose exile is the other side;
nettles hat for insomniacs force of dreams to nightmare,
or the other, like a swarm furious, calling the sparks of madness and fever;
gloves bark and open wound who get everything rub
and better palpated the bed coals where it incubates the future;
feathered blast layer to rotate faster at the wheel of metamorphosis and be
hope for those regions where vacuum I
is lost and not hit bottom in another shelter and mixes the output;
and shoes, grass, needles, ants,
made to explore all the realms and breach borders. What workshop
unprecedented
my head! What costume
fable in the dressing rooms of the high voltages! How fragile
packaging is a wicked game of temptation and the challenge! I tried
dizziness, delusions, asphyxia,
agonies liturgical ceremonies adaptation as Purgatory
embroidered robes spells as holy;
wrapped me in visions unfinished
disturbing in light to blind guardian the fatuous reason;
covered with so many veils of absence my memory that barely woke up in my skin;
exile rehearsed cruises to other lost souls in the forest was
be others, to erase the seams of separations
-yes, a single tissue where all that exists were enrolled, an infinite canvas
Veronica transudate for God's blood.

sometimes picked up some tiny trophies
glassy sediment as frost flowers that dissolve under the tongue, foams
evaporate like spectral dust between the fingers,
flashes of light that would warn anyone in the sun,
reliquaries finally,
like those stones away from the sea to forget their brilliance.

urge got the answers from the shadows to the babble and collapse.
I overpowered the night I leaked out between his teeth;
adopted me as their usual food.
No more testing and scans networks golden legend.
No costumes to cover their retreat and evade the slogans.
Only the poor, naked seamless coat that sticks to my bones,
soon turns me inside out and drag me in,
step after step by step ending definitely blind.

I'm done with the same substance in the gulf and
craft against all my fall in the still darkness.

No. 17, reality Mutations (1979)