the sky fell
blackbird
silent
golden night
recognizes
the unwelcome voices
weaned of hunger
The bread is
SWOLLEN
a clear throat pierces all
shadows
muffled
because
THE CHILD
is sleeping like a tornado
midnight is the name
unveiled in breath
BREATH is our only reality
The divine wing
movement
the echo is a forced encounter
centered gaps
cross out the fullness
the round of epidemics
peaks with chewing
And arson
BEAUTIFUL