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“ se ven los ídolos, el templo permanece. estoy en la casa del dios descendente”

Between us
is neither forgiveness
nor reparation
but only the sea waves, the sea wind.

The waves beat. What woman weeps
on the far seacoast of my sleep?

Fog delays
the birth of world.
Fragments. Unfinished forms
whose ending is beginning
and whose beginning the unmoving
face of the end.

Memory:
vast holdings,
my inheritance a crumb?
-I’ve lost the memory.
The Northen Lights unfold
across dark silk.

She makes a bare tree grow green
for me. I know it is a gift,
a clear shade that reminds me
of half my origin. Then we cross
the threshold. The sign of her silence
became silence; softly the shining
of the darkness devoured me.

Moonlight on the water
showed it vivid against the sky.
Further back, she was watching me.
She began to sing a song. Worn out by
love, by terror, I knew her voice was creating
the secret half of the world.