I am invisible, the headless orphan flying
like a golden seraphim.
My wings of electric wool,
My talons of invincible cotton.
I am a formless cloud with the smile
of a metallic rainbow.
As I walk, the stones buried in the streets
grow hair,
the toads gather to pray for rain,
mosquitos die in my blood,
my sad iron strikes them dead.
Everything is gathering its strength,
jaguars are jumping out of the ocean
and my own foolishness headbutts the immovable mountains.
But I am the immovable mountains!
I am the ant
with a crown that glitters like a spider web covered with dew.
I feel myself dead, as if on the verge of being born.
blossoming like a flaming azalea
watching the cars speed by
the bloated eyes of a dead deer.