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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Shipwreck in the Vegetal Mirror In every shipwreck my hair floats motionless like a fixed spyglass, my nails write your name on waves that stand frozen in motion, I choose the hallucinating stillness that runs through frozen space, unsatisfied with your blind iris that sees too clearly in the darkness of light. I place above your eyes cold lightning and warm nightshade, the hypnotist passes standing still among the sleeping-awake poets, they pull from their hair the night birds singing in the noisy silence, I will leave the windows closed wide open for the motionless travelers. I wait to pass as a swimming statue through the dry water of your dreams, confident in my uncertainty aggressively gentle through the solid waves, you must break the mirror to keep it whole and unfractured, it's difficult to reconstruct the figure that's born destroying itself always. My liquid half dries up dreaming of the phosphorescence-darkness part, the blind feldspar eyes see the half of blood transparent and thick, the vegetal tiger carnalizes in the plant-animal part that breathes flesh, halves that multiply decreasing in the eternity of the infinite fraction. The hour when carnivorous plants close opening wide voracious, they have freed the passersby through a paralysis that sets them in motion, the hole in the window is a full emptiness through which I see the unseen visible, I watch myself lurking with vampiric carelessness at the exit of sleepwalkers. It's like in an opaque mirror but more transparent than the absence of clarity, more ferocious in its gentleness than the silence that screams in whisper, with each lightning bolt a star shoots backward remaining eternally in place, I'm told silences and a thousand more words that will never be spoken. We can be bored amazed or restart stopping ourselves brutishly lucid, our exercises with our heads in the root of subterranean celestial air, floating buried in the bottomless soil of sleeping-awake consciousness, where the end begins ceaselessly and the beginning dies being reborn eternally.
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