(a gate) doesn’t faze me       “let’s see which key it is”        wood (open) my eyelids        “because I
am blind” (because today I begin to be)    (“you’ve already got permission”)    you don’t know the
kingdom (¿do you know the words?)    (to penetrate) rarefied (I’m invisible) I’m transparent      
I’m the horse in the thicket

“(the silver coin) I threw down here (testimony of a desire) will be multiplied (into many more)
by the Posada del Sol ”

hallway (I’m not afraid) my pulse is reverence “here grief does not exist” ¿eight or nine? its
chambers     (there were altar candles) lining my heart’s pavilions      the light “will always be a
path”   “I think I found it”        (the stone) I uttered its name   I called back (smooth) silence     
“swallow me”      I obey (shadowed) virgin      transparent      (ubiquitous) I move about with my
eyes shut      (cyclops) “you could call me”          (in my tongue I have) its cipher
     seventeen hours (of december) its angle (I know it will point toward me)

(the light) isn’t a place      isn’t an event (barely my rarefaction) my lack of ¿city?      (a landscape
evolves) as they (my eyes) touch it      (he) says I move (through the world) using picks and
(pliers)   “but this isn’t the world” (and it’s no longer a matter of time)                 “Icarus must be
consumed” (consummated)

(climbing vines) a drooping rubber tree      (tiny aqueducts) fountains       (here I am) in your
hermaphroditic flame       (naked) barefoot path        pink clay (I’ve got your mineral fire in my
gums)     “we won’t utter brutal words here” (ever)

I go up the stairs        (the cipher) at the nape of my neck          “go up” left (chamber) backlit      
(lances in) like longinus at thirty degrees     (saying that it shimmers doesn’t shed light on a thing)
       “look at me”     let it pass through the surface that forces concavities       (my eyes) two
depthless suns       (I will reach it)          “like this” leaping       I just need to find its name
(hidden) in some room or on some landing

hallway (shattered mirror)       mended intimacy “shimmers” double triple quadruple (its flame)
       they say its seed has a dogged germ within me         “my father” the venereal god (eye and
arrow)       the house (cut short from the get-go)        perhaps someone stole its secret (a while
ago) and moves around (without passing through)       staircase (chooses me) leads me face first
toward an impious appetite       nineteen stairs (back)lit       I name it as I go    I walk along
consumed in its languages (I try each of its doors)         corridor “blind with fright” (rotten with
infinity)      it urges me on from outside      infinitesimal “ecstasy of hydrogen”    (it said) I am
that which is and always has been united       that which has no end (that which already had every
end)         I am (still) turbid before its sign          the dusk won’t eat my name (the flesh won’t eat
my name)

(window) entrance into matter (from that which invents its laws)         a wound of swallows
“opens” torn for an instant from its state of death and transit
       tin high up on the billboards         (gloss) glimmers (dream and blindness)       “no talking
allowed” (tell it to the poets)         (the wings of the albatross prince) tennis shoes dangling from a
wire       (the little demiurge knocks its noggin on the edge of its reflection)          inside (the
room) in its frenetic fist       “let its immortal name escape” from my nearly liquid flesh
        (outside) the “jaw-dropped” street captivates the dumbstruck dusk “between its sternum
and my breast”        makes its statue from the last bits of gravel        (diagonal to death) an ash
tree is enunciated in orgasm