The water of the mind     has filled with forms.

The water, like smoke,     changes and hides.

 

Come closer now,     sliding

like an anemone or a jellyfish,     a criminal, a saint;

 

dip your hand in and pull           from the agitated water

angles and profiles,     an incessant music,

 

the murmur of the sky,     the mouth of the earth,

the crown of the breeze,     rings of fire,

 

the body of lynxes,     the wings of a bat,

the glasses and the pillow,     the radiance of hunger.