poem for God
I turn the corner of prayer and I pray
in a blessing of the sudden sun
on behalf of the condemned
I would go back or run
to the hidden land
but the sonorous sun
purify
heaven
Someone
He finds me
Oh, leave it
that will open and choke me
inside his earth wound
Your lightning answers my crying
my voice burns in your hand
now I am lost in the one who blinded
and at the end of the prayer the cry of the sun is heard.