Joy
that ideal verb
modifies the hours
in the breathing river
surrounded
by the desert
the pallid beast
loses itself
in the rain
of memory
soothes its breath
its wound
like the only
river of time
impossible
beast that runs
cross country
exhausting fame
of eyes
otherwise
where
does the rain remake its food
where does its body's pursuit
cease
always hurriedly
rudely
that broken breath
far from
a river
Rituales, 1976