piso de concreto

ataúd del aire

subo por un sueño sordo

a dream being tortured by

Ray Johnson is a bridge of

crumbling bricks the bridge

a gray sky slowly flying ants ≈ if

not a person trembling marble

in a section of wind a small

glass in the ink cave your

coins of light blade turning

in water the door's root

falls from your sleeve

[condensate from Ivan Argüelles'

Sonnets 35-38] ≈

cloud mirror your mask of rice and

termites black shirt pounding the

door streaked with oil tus

hijos enterrados foco estrellado

de dolor en tu cara caída

MONONDAR LA MUERTRE LA

MUMUERTE LA MANDADA

CARTera de legajos del Principio Vacío

“vivir será andar a ciegas entre una multitud violenta”

- Juan Ángel Italiano