Alive Graves Converse With Frightened People |
Who told her
to veil the sun
with pervasive darkness?
She doesn't know anything
about the light hole
from where come the leaves
of the trees of incidents.
When I tell the stories of my prison or
the sagas of gallows,
the lips' buds blossom.
Contemplation falls on them like dew.
Shattering crystal was the victim of the notions
coming out of stone and
the symbol of the looted caravans
embracing their goals.