I Am the Salvage of the Universe

I am the salvage of the universe. The first fruit of heaven The ear with which the great Spirit conversed, the silent song Struggling with the heavy chains of the flowers heart When night has nothing else to eat, it drinks of beauty From the stars, and wipe its mouth with me. In this skin Is where my friendship with the world begins, the grape of night In the hands of the sky, the of seed blackness, father of light The silent symphony of the stars, with broken wings in flight The rags of planets dripping from the heavens' mouth.