El sol

From my forehead

the sweat

Through the echo

crashing

through the pines

through the branches

the air

the animal

behind the bricks

smoke

behind the machine

through the skull

behind the thought

the sky

silent field of amnesia

the angels

their sexless

pleasure

the sun shines

and its rage

levels back

to the orphan

saying:

run, lonely child

so I reign over

your cunt

I'll be your spine

when the worms come

out of your navel

not wounded

but burdened with significance

I'll carry your wings

lift you

and let you fall

in the dirt

over the many men

you're meant to save

from the course of

not loving you.

So you know

the grief

of dust

and how much

flames over flames

over flames,

to the infinite

actually have an

ephemeral end.