fuegopueblo

but you children of space
you restless in rest
you shall not be trapped or tame
your house shall not an anchor but a mast
it shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound
but an eyelid that the eye
you shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors,
nor bend your s that they strike not against a ceiling
nor fear to breathe less walls should crack & fall down
YOU SHALL NOT DWELL in tombs made by the dead for the living
& through magnificence & splendour your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing
for that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky
who's door is the morning mist,
& whose windows are the songs & the silences of night