because floating will be
enough when floating is no longer this crime
of traction between the
tiles when between the brow there's the vigor of a
rabbit that nibbles out
our velcro heart reason bound
to the wound that in the
rabbit’s paw no longer means our luck is no longer
enough this crime this
death may it float the cavern with its stealthy
bodies that which blunts
our coasts with the serfdom of the centuries
is no longer but a sea:
its caimans sharks and crabs
spewed on the beach may i breach
the night of the seas with the
mothers of these places of
these beasts that confuse their thumbs may
the feasts be returned to
the plates of the sleepless when giving oneself
to this swimming no longer
comes down to copying oneself in other swimming no longer
is the stamp of this crime
committed in the mangrove swamps in the depths of
the shoe print in the
glaciers nor the emblem of a
return to the bubble the
reason of the thermostat in our armpit the
gathered ferment of the
islands the jellyfish is not even any longer this torn-up
hymen when put up on poles
we return to the plow in the
waters since floating will
be imminent when it is inevitable memory
no longer knots its
swaying when it floats without recall in this solvent
heat in the glossaurus of
this game without your ego without cause to deny you
your primitive projectile
this hissing in the seed this galaxy in the cactus the
effect of intermission the
certainty in the simoom in the amen without your message
this massage of the
jellyfish that melts these byzantine pleistotext letters
of juvenile gymnasts in
the sewers the certainty of a
jellyfished fissure of
these finger milks is no longer its floating
the smugness of the
reptile in other eyes when the labor of the jellyfish
is in itself the nudity of
this dimwit of this diviner or this sober parietal
bone between the juices of
the vertigo of this pariah between the fumes of this
most criminal sun that
touches down in the terraces every night when the water
is calmer it is no longer
but the soul that which assumes its destiny of
chewed material among
jellyfish there are no longer justifications
to offer in the tides when
the crime is only a corroded
monument wherever fragrant
reptiles shit out the shards of their fleeing
and whatever our eyes see
while they float like balloons is
nothing but the frolic of
the transparent fungus as
amoebas that knowing
reclaim the shivers the fevers from the idea in
the seed the shell may it
stupify me with its minstrel crest astropotence
without shining these
anthropoids of the rule the cheeping and dominion are no longer
but the floating may the
toad place our enthralled eyes in the
soup of clairvoyance while
croaking into our ear its designs may that
helix of shadow soak deep
in the ambush if the place
between the seas already
seeps through our chests this sea which is no longer
but the angeled expanse or
the eskimo birth-bawl that dismisses
our dwelling this anemia
already lost in the pitch i think of you
and of your breaches in
the braille of your brains on the floor in
the centuries that
pronounce that name in arabesques that little
by little dissolves
dissolves dissolves
Poem: Juan Salzano.
Translation: Evan Leed.
