There’s a motionless tree
And there is another one coming forward,
A river of trees
Hits my chest

This green surge
Is good fortune,
You are dressed in red
You are
The seal of the scorched year

The carnal firebrand
The star fruit.
In you like sun

The hour rests
Above an abyss of clarities

The height is clouded by birds
Their beaks construct the night
Their wings carry the day
Planted in the crest of light

Between firmness and vertigo
You are the only
Transparent balance

I need sometimes