Vortex

There is like a sensation in the look
when the form becomes suspended.
In contemplating the environments the facades
in talking for an hour with nothing,
there is a feeling
when the action is lost.

And it is found
And finds herself
fluttering between a gesture that are all
in an envelope of time and places
circular, undulating, maritime ...
what does it do or finish
because everything comes together in the channel
of an archetypal vortex,
in that great spiral that others
they called dragon or serpent or
movement…

and there is like a rhythm between things
a suction like black sun
that the wood returns,
 which makes zero less than infinity.

There are beings who only wish to launch themselves towards their origin.