Who is like God?

I sense the man

but defining him is the art

of interring bullets into a wall

of feathers

of mingling the air within their barbs

until one grasps his breath

and observes his essence:

are you like God or aren’t you?

If I were inhaled into your awoken tissues

and BloodBalled the wall,

If every quill were an idea

dormant at the threat of bloom,

could we lie on them on broken night crystals?

If time branched among sheets of ice

and on millions of instants I learned your body,

If lying on each other networked every neuron and thought,

could I yell Eureka?

If you weaved medullas and pierced tongues

to a domain-range sonata

doodling axes through sweaty umbilici,

fluttering under curves around limits through

the inflections of silence

Will I find proof of divinity?

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Existencia

Existencia

Se desliza entre las calles

Sin el sigilo del sueño,

Viaja de ente en ente,

Extasiada en el universo.

Impotente ante hados,

Desgarrándose a gritos,

Flaqueando en el misterio

De un inefable sino.

Esclava del pasado y

Maniatada a su futuro,

La existencia no es más

Que un inherente yugo.