Magnetic North

stemming from their roots

senses are tangential to reality

the surface tension force

draws towards the center

the Earth like a strange dew drop

clogging up the living blood

 

at night I’m dreaming abyssal creatures

each day I’m forgetting the condor’s flight

alive and dead ones gather together

the full ships are slicing time plates

on the geographical line

between yesterday and tomorrow

 

tears are dissolving

where the ocean is deeper

hurricanes and earthquakes are digging

a road of indifference

on the cranium bones

 

from my middle universe

umbilical threads spread in every direction

along with the wind

I have learned to go straight

moistening my forefinger

 

I can’t see trees anymore

within the thick forest where I breathe

my heartbeat is hunting

a wounded old deer

at sunrise or sunset

 

the world will be one day

too round