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. Perhaps
as clouds,
perhaps as a reflection that always slips through the sand,
I grope in my shadows block sculpture,
exact match with the image that imposes the model.
is a relentless master snatches the breath and press my shell. Watch
from my shoulders every step and not support deflections
trails or other Eden, or the flight of the saints, nor the flight of Elijah. Our covenant is
rock tyrannical
in rock must be stamped copy of the law, and my substance
is docile but uncertain,
more wrong than a bird brought by the glass at night, awakening
a dream in the middle of another dream.
collapses and stands in ghostly swirls as I go;
filters down to the ground chasing a misleading impression on the tapestry;
dazzled throws against a harsh light beam on a spray head.
sometimes perverse idols condenses into white or other statutory age.
Sometimes it's a bowl
nothing more than a humble and desolate bowl in the rain, waiting
of precipitating the vision or bury the beam.
When I can one hand, I lose a foot;
when I reach the edge the rest dissolves into empty terrain.
not like them never from my heart to my lips, less felicitous
Adam,
or pebbles that perpetuate certain memorable scenes along the beaches,
or players in a dark fable dictated by the mouth of the oracle.
I come to think that my model is impossible and cruel,
shifting shape and color when they grazed just a gesture,
barely a trace.
But I continue to obey to end his inhuman mandate
I, the little mirror, mist
accumulated in the doorway, the question
misses never to reveal the Sphinx and the response. Perhaps my destiny is
as irreversible seal qu leave nostalgia:
unmet footprint,
the fate of being about something I'm not.
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No. 2 of the night drifting (1984)