Gleefully from your corner of the world rejoice
all clear mornings are given to me like currency
No expectation of cool blue beach competition
two story buildings smiling northward
inviting hurricanes from a place called summer
Witness the invisible seasons from here
from yonder see them dance themselves to death
In the shadows of a giant eel
A land I no longer know
the great winds that would put life back into my younger eyes
An eternity touching the branches of these trees
studying their contours and their rough or smoothness
Leaves to shelter the head from the frothing sun
fox lost on the flat sandy expanses
returning to the small undergrowth
to converse with myself
The hundred months inside the forest shade
Claim existence from a school of mullet
shallow estuary pool
silence in superlative
life force rising beyond flesh
and forest
it's me
Yet the mountains house me here
their sticky afternoon greeting plumpen cottony cloud
as If for my personal satisfaction
what a nothing of a person contented by cloud you ask
what a nothing of a soul who abandoned his old home
The only beast to quieten me fully
is the immense Mantiquera
The shape of God
The contours obsequious to my eyes
Judge me with laughter
judge me with loud ridicule
From up there I see the world blink
Each vision a reservoir of fuel
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