Repetition
A bird draws circles
in my mind
which is dark like the night.
Walls tumble and
my mind, which is dark like the night, becomes
a mind poured out into the cosmos
with birds entangled in its wires
startled birds, stars, rockets
that came out to fly.
Anywhere I look, anything I touch my mind
is poured over the furniture
drips off the wall clock, tick-tack.
(My mind: pulp that melts and I shiver).
And the bird and the flesh-eating night: my mind
Libros Libertad 