169 COSMIC MOON

169 COSMIC MOON

169 COSMIC MOON

Lying the golden afternoon galleon Sailing Arrow and Fugitive Flight In the trepid voices of the rune Firestone, on the fugitive mast From an accent trigger In the intimate beach of the rumor Chanting the image of a steed Ineffable getting lost Indelible arrow On the pen of the mountain Not to turn the page But as a Footprint on the face of the moon The missive back in the plain Perfume the crib Between mirrors and lights Of pink petals Bluish at the edges of garlicky melancholies To the jubilant song Of joyful gallops Wise heretics of you They adorned their trot But The gaps in the road Statues in the avenues moths Death conquered in the heat From the rich darkness

But The cracks in the road Statues in the avenues moths Death conquered in the heat From the brainy passage of the black leaks. Take the hands together as they flow from the skin Blow them up Between his arms extended to the beyond Offer them to the hammering heart In the abode of the dawn That with the rooster will come - The button that takes off o The beating of the mane or Orpheus o And the gentleman of the night Who walks away fragile and impassive - From the noise and the rush - Running towards the chisel of the clouds Who draws On the stone in the pond The full moon That he silences himself every Incessant beat.