Alberto Roman

and deep, deep you are- insisting on surges of love. You are elementals giving rise to outrageous flowerings on the wild soil of the earth. The bones of former brilliant horned creatures who spoke through colors on the surface of their skin yield to your imaginings. Day and night you bring smoke, rain, and stones to sing. and yet your desire is lighter than sun beams, lighter than dawn. You are innocence. Astonished,  I whip my cylindrical tail amidst the altar ruins of Ancient empires, their defiled Nirvanas leave only the scent of lavander to remember them, and delighted, I eat a peach.

And it did arrive, this revelation, as if unseen,  exquisitely delicate constellations,  adjusted intelligently a tad through and in between and suddenly we were in recent magical dimensions from such cosmic transparencies and ritual games. Absolute immaculate fecundities divined space time energetics.  We could invent and be invented therefrom. We were grown with Sun and death.