I descend
I descend to the body and see
The snake of my spirit
Lodged in my belly.
I climb in a spiral,
Towards the motor of the world,
Fleeing--
Fleeing from the dizziness
Of the sea of being alone,
So alone between vices.
I climb to the latitude,
I lodge
In its arrhythmia and discover
The face of a snake
Adhered to the valves,
And I descend,
I keep descending in search
Of a reason that will give
Meaning to my existence.
I slide,
Blocking the words,
Ascending
I slip. There is water
Viscous behind the eyes,
I slip and they stick--
Images of the world stick,
Barely insinuating.
Ascending and arriving.
And there I discover
That its smooth walls,
Transparent, and empty,
Have the Fleshy
Texture of my belly.
I have lowered down to my spirit
I have risen to my instinct.
The same tense snake.
The axis that maintains
My waist raised.
The name that I shall give it
Will now be yours,
But its name is
That of those I have loved,
Those that I will love
It's all and none.
The axis that maintains
My waist raised,
It comes up from you.
It believes in my measurements
And assumes the challenge
Of being much
Of being many
That gives the impression
My spirit won't fit
Inside this body;
That this body won't fit
Inside my spirit.
That is why I die a bit,
Every time I say your name.
Without barely calling you.
I reach to define myself.
My belly is what pronounces
The secret syllables
And inscribes them above.
My existence is a sign
Of a flame
That burns eternally
In itself.



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