201. THE GOTHIC

201. THE GOTHIC

From the windows you can see Pillars of loops towards the translucent hole and 201 THE GOTHIC geometric figured of At the entrance drunk Of pearls and diamonds A glass spilling the liquor Geometer that intertwines everything, from the warp of That springs from the hair of the eternal empty joy. Hymns and sermons Iconography in this tracery of this hubbub of streets Sunny reverbs sighting Jerusalem crosses towers Heavenly afternoon of roads collecting footprintsS and palaces of quartz, Those of every afternoon and the sun in lavenderCitrines emeralds and rubies and behind the invisible At good time I rub my tired eyes from the afternoon arm Unfold in the temple of pearl tickets From the shoulder of the eternal Its priceless jewels its streets of pure gold Setting up this reverberant and turquoise ribbed They slide their feet over clouds And bringing in her hand a flower of garnet smiles. And the temple is made crystal clear The chalice in the distance reflects The branch fire I weigh the light in the region and count the returnTea from the columns I groped between slabs and bugs and I spot another buildingIn whose embers the most high Calculated from stone to glass In the knots of his height Incomprehensible so many moles of stone and close up.Entertains the mirror of its ray With the meandering of your salamander The magic threads from the fingers of the eternal returnBring the breath of your dream Playing to the forces and balance of the ship that goesThe breath of the spirit To the fjord of heaven the high vault. And among its fumes vented from its Everything tends and rises as at dusk of courseBoiling mazes, The swarm of stars moves away as the clouds pass,Abyss and passage Dizziness and the compact walls and massive pillarsImagine the circumambulations of a thought. 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,

The anvilros in their braziers CONTRACTING AND DILATING HIS MUSCULATED ARMS They turn the gates into themselves. SHADOW FILLERS From the private bedroom; Of the tower and his consort; The flower and its coveted veil. Once the sickle and its hammer.

UNTIL THE SKY PROLONGES THE TUMPER like interlocking tongues HOLDING THE CORNICE Take a step to a stumble It comes, rowers of the sky IN ROWS AND ROWS of bites UP TO SHARP FACES THAT ON THE EDGE OF THE EDGES BETWEEN EARNINGS AND dizziness HURRY AND BRANCHES, CRUISES. REPTING the din and sweating, I throw THE PLUMB, lunge Until the cleft of folly BRINGING THE SKYLINE TO THE SHOVEL. Weaving the spinning wheel Up to the CHARGER That parading logs FROM THE BOTTOM OF FORESTS WITH HEAVY CARS AND UNDER

In another port From the shore incognito THE NIMBATED CROWN IS FRAGUATED Of The Charming Demagogue. That hypnotize me, idiot, lumpen and flock. UNTIL I sit in the foamy falls From the dream between the cliff Y I'm going after the owner OF THE TWISTED AND ARMED SHIELDS NAKED AND TENS STRONG AND BRONZILINE. I WAS GUIDED BY HIS WINK. Overthrower forever of a pantheon, BUSHING decoy Excluding, CUTTING and scaling THROUGH HIS WRIST AND HIS GESTURE. Displeased and flirtatious. They follow him as I follow you. They are blinded as I blind myself They are invalidated as I am dazzled And some day they slip like me with this wood. Bring me my lure of Lethe Even the sea that was going to be exile.