Statue ( See original )
Step by step you go undoing yourself Into fragments of dumbfounded being Way of the snow Becoming statue Of salt Of nought Music inoculates your soul with her potion so To save or annihilate Or isn't it she who can kill Or sing the nightingale into singing?
from ‘Between syllable and oblivion’, book ‘The Disobedient Gaze’ Devenir Editorial, Madrid 2013
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