136.OH MEA CULPA (TE)SPORTATION1)
Oh mea culpa (teletrasportation1) In the morning Singing to the sound of the palms And West Indian hips Sharpened by the waves. You should have been in the autumnal squares of eternity Veil your curls with marble So that your hair is pulled out Were blood that He will transfer this earthly agony into a heavenly filigree. That forever reverse the infinite mercy Of your mahogany crown and woven honey sting By lusts and poisons of the Sanhedrin. Helm of your proverbial and effulgent sobriety. When you run lightly, v Slow, Gray. Black mirror To flatter Dizzying spark from somewhere deep down, After the scene, corrosion and catastrophe Shield, attraction, wave, grace, antillean happiness, Bambalina, party and celestial pulsar nimbado.
And instead of your bleeding heart Of pain, delirium, fever and mild sadness. An uprooted, fresh, wise and unfading transfiguration
