From the inside light.
Literary attempts just to be more complete in the day-to-day cleansing that changed my heart into an ice diamond under the forge of a discreet twist of time.
I stripped the ephemeral as a moth-robed snake skin
on the twilight creek.
I walk through the burning of the words of the joy of being! to gain the absolute right over language
all I could do was send an ambassador
how it twists in the heart
like a fifth-degree hurricane in the vertebra
to see and be motionless
from the essence of the flight
and I do not even wonder how to live in a flash like it already is
Jeflea Norma, Diana.