Wednesday, January 18, 2017


me daba puñaladas de
luz auricular the nervio
rushes overhead a leaf
just veins' bare pulse
it was as much was
laundry dropped in's
lake a dream of st
one or ink a sh
adow in the mud your
tongue recrossed re
spit the door be head
a hind

Compaction of Ivan Argüelles'
No Longer Are My Thoughts”
& “Comforted By the Light”


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