arms spreadout,coloring cliffs
i am trading reflection
far as my eyes could see
beyond the things i cannot repeat

a portrait nailed
conquered by its weight
an architecture of instantaneous sound
i can hear myself

outside myself
without being heard
sun and snow become the same
recovered by spirit

between silence and life
there is a man
a word sprouts again
inside it i go

joy’d in echos
i walk lost in my own center
for the very first time
there is no sadness for having come

this air is all that remains
i rest and leap
caressing my skin
lifting my spleen