Pour this
autumn sun to power its light
shreds of gold leaf.
Falls from the sky on the canvas
the stagnant water, a flame
distant fire consume my eyes.
In vibrant waters have been tainted by the wind, the embers of that
sky sketching a
pubis and numinous Panida
whose image is bartered
while walking alone.
Tarquin A smell is perceived on the shore and a hollow sound
refluxed in a stirring water
morning milk in the vast rocky bowl
this lake.
There, in the pine forest
a heron in flight comes in its flapping
gloss
a desire to oblivion veils
wings of divinity. Tapping
rods fully
this huge accent
calm that holds me happy ...
Alcañiz, October 2010.
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