From the windows you can see Pillars of loops towards the translucent hole and geometric figured of 201 THE GOTHIC Of pearls and diamonds At the entrance drunk Geometer that intertwines everything, from the warp of A glass spilling the liquor empty joy. That springs from the hair of the eternal Iconography in this tracery of this hubbub of streets Hymns and sermons crosses towers Sunny reverbs sighting Jerusalem S and palaces of quartz, Heavenly afternoon of roads collecting footprints Citrines emeralds and rubies and behind the invisible Those of every afternoon and the sun in lavender arm At good time I rub my tired eyes from the afternoon From the shoulder of the eternal Unfold in the temple of pearl tickets Setting up this reverberant and turquoise ribbed Its priceless jewels its streets of pure gold And bringing in her hand a flower of garnet smiles. They slide their feet over clouds 201. THE GOTHIC
And the temple is made crystal clear
The chalice in the distance reflects The branch fire Tea from the columns I weigh the light in the region and count the return In whose embers the most high I groped between slabs and bugs and I spot another building In the knots of his height Calculated from stone to glass Incomprehensible so many moles of stone and Entertains close up. the mirror of its ray With the meandering of your salamander Bring the breath of your dream The magic threads from the fingers of the eternal return The breath of the spirit Playing to the forces and balance of the ship that goes And among its fumes vented from its To the fjord of heaven the high vault. Boiling mazes, Everything tends and rises as at dusk of course Abyss and passage The swarm of stars moves away as the clouds pass, Imagine the circumambulations of a thought. Dizziness and the compact walls and massive pillars They carry on another wave to the altar A slight tingling in the stomach And word appears against the conspiracies of the catastrophe. The boat shudders, I would like the boat to be solid and not ethereal and made of glass. Inside the interior the interweaving of shafts and nerves Subtle covering the vault and sliding down the walls of The ship is hung from the sky and there are collected by the pillars That stabilize the mast And they see the buoys of the heavenly harbor. There from the mist and from the malleable and fugitive bottom The city of God is looming,
