the surfaces of walls are
populated by detritus;
these thrown away pieces
open old dictionaries of
entire worlds.

i believed that these treasures
housed worlds within
their entrails; wastelands,
concrete towns of garbage.

the minutia that a person shelters
throws away the human being inside;
a panoply of threats to silence the noise
which speaks a truth to the world.

--
my stomach is a giant
in armoured clothes.

our eyes speak to the childlike
part and are abandoned, the rainfall
a spectacle overflowed in the body.

they circle the silences that exist
in abundance; ornate animals
breathing the strictest stay
of dreams.