Desert

Desert.
Souls, worm-eaten by the sky
And doves stencilled onto the embankment
Search out other solitudes,
Faded
Where their thoughts nest.

Desert.
Souls of five thousand silences
And 20 processions of darkness
Mark out circles without radius
Where calcium is catechism.

Desert.
I shall break open the foundations and our youth
And, shaking them up
Over castles,
I shall build verses without frontiers
And passages of death towards the summit.
(Translation by Mark Anderson)

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