BELOVED SINGULARITY IN THE DARK

 Enrique de Santiago

The spirits of the forest have been speaking

Of dreams trapped in primary silica

that were getting weaker like the long arms

of the Pachamama and the spiers of the ammonites

There you opposed your dense and lost figure

as an omen of the plastic bridge that would come

far from the order of the spheres

and recurring love

in the form of ocean caresses

If you could see with insular eyes

of the wandering comets

on an anomalous trace of the asteroid belt

would you see the meaning of the philosopher’s stone

and its tertiary numbers before the cosmic murmur

and you would hear the spawning of the elusive galaxies

THE OPAQUE MESSIAH

Enrique de Santiago

In the beginning gods created the heavens and the earth

and the earth was messy and empty

and darkness was upon the face of the abyss

Genesis I

The nether gorge unleashes its shadows

those that climb the arid mirror of a bygone dawn

while the pilgrim has crossed the path of death

and he has revealed his hidden polysemies

between its chemical trails

with his feathered alliance

under the eyelid isometry of light

and the highest vibration of him.