142. NAZCA LINES
Reaching for the mouth With his fingers orthogonal to his NAZCA LINES curved and disjointed arms. Hands that, From infinity Bandages your fingers, The earth opens its airports. To tape the space, The lizard awaits the traveler From the stranger, the man: The elusive asterisks of this trip sparkle him. tight image of pilots; Of orderly vines falling; enigma of instants. The men in red and black In front of the bald head and the Biased to ties. cap The toad's eyes, the flattened beak, of the wavy amorphous. the square limbs, The flowers are to receive And the sevens. The ancestral memory virus, The stars are to remember the Rising to thirst vision lost in the afterlife; of this blast of fire, Star puppets, By the handles and the borders, Giving us his drink Climbing the suspension bridge. Sidereal, of instants, Take one of them to toast the chicha, The match, Flow By being, Of shocking pangs And welcome the other being. Welcome.
Hands of three.
