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Ivan Melchor
Integrals
Ivan Melchor
In the interpreted world the sky has become weightless
No longer able to feed us The clouds collapse at our feet in tears
We are forced to climb tainted ladders The stars leaking onto our crowns As hierarchies become visible for the first time
Dragging with us infinity to places it has not reached We lap in mouthfuls of words And our tongues poison the water Forming monuments of pleasure in our reflection
The ripples of the water crawl to the moon’s edge But return to themselves only
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