arteries of darkness

Arteries of darkness
palm-first into the ink world
hearing the tissues of secrets
kissing the floor with every foot

I will walk into a darkness
and leave behind a gold chain
and a persimmon fruit
not remembering anything.

Sisters, medals and jewels
make me a parachute
for when I put my cheek
to the furry altitudes
of tree canopies,
radio make me a carpet
of the knits of your volumes
squeeze from your chrome
a juice for me to drink,
see me I'm thirsty.

There is a cloak of
cobra-print and clover
there is only one candle
in the sinister inner auditorium
and it is the flashlight of
evil eye
is it mine?

I will walk
on the highway shoulders
with one snake
in each fold
of my petticoat.

Can you hear me,
in the snow dunes,
trembling a rattle
of leopard spots
and alligator teeth?

Can you hear me,
in the stone city,
in broth and blood
swinging in the hammock
in the gingko tree?

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