Along with the flow of my blood,
through the body's blue cavern,
those millions of fireflies, stars and nebulae;
thousands of fish lift me,
like memories, from the ocean floor.
And, like a snake,
the twelve-cubit-long sigh of despair
rises from the small temple of my body
and crawls up its broken walls.
Drenched in rain
and in the anguish of moonlight,
many inert shadows
huddle about its burnt-out wick's smell,
and the newcomer who once left
returns through the open spaces in the leaves.
Morning brings back the body's distances,
with bewildered cries
night-birds swaying from its nerves fly away,
as the fortified morning
breaks through the chest-walls.
And I lose myself,melting away elsewhere.
my sacrificial fire's smoke rises into the sky.