204. NOTRE DAME

204 NOTRE DAME Crystal lily In each arrowhead Glorious pointed archery Ambush on a cross Pointing there to the artist in nimbado Of chorale and violins From where their blasting tracks burn That illuminate the galleons of the gone And the Galleries and the passages of all Our vanished Atlantis. A greenhouse of the firmament deconstructing one by one The stone rows in lightness to the wind, their butted pistils suspended, their jewels of rays on the endless wheel of the earth. Its fine columns and galleries of luminosity and weightlessness Of stone they adorn the roads to Parnassus Between warm and cold and closed walls, the imprisoned stone, bare the broken eyes on its edges Raizadas, its helical branch and its retractable flower Snow eye in the crack burst A soul on its last journey will feel the eternal fragrance .

And its crowns will be its stained glass windows of emeralds, amethysts and rubies and the tracery pillars, golden nerves of Eden stuff, embedded in mystery, glories of heaven Where our lady Maria gets ready.

Snow eye in the crack burst A soul in its last stay You will feel the eternal fragrance And their crowns will be stained glass of emerald amethysts and rubies And the pillars, tracery: golden nerves of eden. Mystery Embedded Matters Glory to heaven, where Our lady mary He prepares to visit with his Orders for bouquets to the eternal father.

His three edged pointed deacons Of necklaces they precede it like portals Above the three archangels Loading the vault of heaven The trinity of pillars on its seventh day To close the parade Towards God the square of the sky In large windows in bulging venia So decked out lady Also flanking the porticoes Saints and scriptures Commenting and whispering between the sacred verb.

The warmth and splendor of that visit Were all the questions Heavenly hosts that look at each other and move with each other Principal powers and glories. Holy family flanking the porticoes Carrying the pleas and prayers of man Released little by little in the greatness of their slumber Even the warm of its dome Up to the chalice Thirsty for his throne..