leave

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”