26 março 2012

CARVING - (poema)


i had no hesitation.

from the neck came a dense wood whirl.
the sharp blade did not feel resistance
neither his body

while the skin was been detached 
its texture, its color and state
shifted 
to a steaming cloud

As a Spirit with consciousness
intentionally
got into my nostrils.

rich dose snorted 
pleasantly.

everything around me shut down
now my insides were been carved
by the powerful substance.

it had no hesitation.

it ran slowly within my whole body
I did not resist

i rejoiced.

by me - during the 3rd full moon of 2012 - Chilean Patagonia -

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