I've taken the pulse of insomnia
sitting on a stool watching
geranium grows and the sun sets
beautiful
empavonándose the clouds by starting a countdown to the billion
gold petal
while my father listening to a tango by Gardel
course and my mother
dance in that place called heaven
and my sister Rachel makes a dream
cutest Teillier deaths and wonders of walking away from the ghosts
-the Cyclops and Laestrygonians, is not so Cavafy? -
instructing the tao
to see if I could
blank mind and no po li
moon come to immerse me in the wreck
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