by laura sims from practice, restraint
one verdant minute
after the next, the love of the people
eludes him.
what does it mean? one thing unfolds
as a chain of things: the failure of making
a fantasy park
out of war
in an armchair,
the passage of hundreds of years
the loss of perpetual motion, the line
that proceeds
"a dark sky, and nothing but fire"
in his absence, the absence
of millions
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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