Herd for pigs,
String for garlic,
Alphabet for letters,
Cast for artists.
How do I name
The collective of sighs
That they make shake
My chest as if it were
The volcanic ring of fire
Of the Antilles?
Who could nominate me!
Like Adam to call
For its name those things
That by the edges
Of my heart,
They circumvolve,
The same as if they were
Blind bats
That pass through my center
At the speed
Of light.
I long for a magnifying glass
To help me find
Cosmic words,
Refract them to my universe
Like a constellation
A flock of lark wings,
Archipelago of a thousand islands,
Orchestra that musicalizes
A polyphonic symphony.
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