stitched corpse sprouting

I sit privileged but breaking. Allí estaba

sin rostro; did we not say, did we not say,

full of contrast, we did not say, and many

people jumped, wake and leap from the

human condition, rodé con las estrellas,

tell them they tell them tell me remember,

we remember, to remember the stars,

look up. Many people jumped, Great Perhaps

hand-in-hand from the south tower,

more alive and closer to death, me sentí

parte pura del abismo, struck pavement

prayers for the sudden leap, sudden dead,

we did not say, we did not say, and we

are all going. The mayor reported the mist,

pink mist in the air, smoking death. I still we

still we did not know we did

not say the unimaginable, how will

we how will how will I ever get out of

this labyrinth? Did you not did we not will

we not pour ourselves out again; and again

will not how will I, covered in marks of

madness, can we never can we ever we will not,

will we ever wake the possibility?

It’s very beautiful over there, Great Perhaps,

perhaps hundreds, hurricane labyrinth

start sin rostro, worse than this no fear

in love, mi corazón se desató en el viento,

en las estrellas. We are all going,

parte pura del abismo, privileged

but breaking.

(Note: revision)