2.

Thought reduced to ashes —
in the golden sky tracing lines.
No more of time, already empty.
What fills the air is the duration of the leaves.

In the light the speaker turns clairvoyant
in casual words.
In the light the visible scenes illuminate the unseeable
for inhuman eyes.

Final night.
Neither sound nor image.
In the unconscious wait
the body abandons itself.
At the expanse of earthly seas it abandons itself.

3.

On the other side we will cease to feel
the impressions that remain in the mouth of the cave,
namely: the gardens’ room,
the pulse of the tide.

I will find the night objects — I said —
unneeded by the animal eye,
because I’ve been tiger-angel
and forgotten the teacher’s visit.
What I’d wanted to say was a dead gaze
or a prison of growing walls.

Harmony is the sleeper, the slow one.
What starts and doesn’t finish
or is coming now, untying the night.

Embrace me, star —
there is no real corpse:
the emptiness in white bones
was filled by mistake.

4.

I’ve lost the forgetfulness of death,
bewitching mother, divested of the inheritance
save for the shadows.

I enter the water through the energy
that doesn’t touch the earth.
I enter the water to conceive immaculately
a body
and each part ties itself to another
without the ropes of blood.

Savage animal
— the ceremony is sterile.
On a bed of yellow flowers
I deposit the birth.
The atoms in the mirrors burst,
face and skin rip apart.
In that moment, what is eternity,
what is sight, hole, scream.

5.

I am that breath, those fluid arms.
I breathe stuck to shining sheets,
orbit or cloud, even farther on.

I am the woman who flees
to ponds of matter.
That basin of voices,
amid feathered trees the virgin cave
still guards the river’s teeth.

A day shifts time.
The earth shifts time.

I am the dreaming woman,
I want to be the dream.