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

pupil

to listen

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

knows