And it was at that age

Poetry arrived in search of me

I don’t know, I don’t know

Where it came from

From winter or a river?

I don’t know how or when

No, they were not voices

They were not words, nor silence

But from a street I was 1)summoned from the branches of night

2)Abruptly from the others

Among violent fires or returning alone

There I was without a face and it touched me

I did not know what to say

My mouth had no way with names

My eyes were blind and something started in my soul

Fever or forgotten wings

And I made my own way 3)deciphering that fire

And I wrote the first 4)faint line

Faint without substance

Pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing

And suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened

And open planets 5)palpitating 6)plantations

Shadow 7)perforated riddled with arrows, fire and flowers

The winding night, the universe

And I 8)infinitesimal being drunk with the great 9)starry 10)void

Lightness image of mystery felt myself a pure part of the 11)abyss

I wheeled with the stars

My heart 12)broke loose on the wind