Aunados

De los misterios gozosos del rosario.

I
seeking wild people in the forest
externalities of what we thought
was the sacred kingdom of bears!

gray sun of the son, please come
waters of shiny sorrow, beasts
that crawl between my eyes!

rythm of the night that sings a
spiritual song created by the elders
and praised by owls and witches!

let the mirros be embraced by
old and strange dusks with no
end!