infinite cycles by the rivers flowing through desire
To desire is to imagine the warmth of the ultimate sun
within my trembling flesh
flesh overflowing with quandaries
To desire is to imagine naked seagulls by the rivers
where no one can bath more than once
for bathing is the supreme alteration: other languages, other tongues, other maternity
within my trembling flesh
flesh overflowing with histories
other rivers, other bathers
fully alteration of futures falling into the stream
the truth opening the breast
golden sand boiling under water
my resting hour touching the truth
the riverbeds
deep fibers of wings
infinite lines altering the infinity of the arcs
arrivals and departures
