NUMEN
for Ezequiel Vinao

As the map has four angels
Whether desert or ocean
Where there is movement
There’s light whether critique
Or creation the predicate is hope
Which is imagining in action
And not devoid of drama

Where there’s music in the shape of the cult
There are lesions that need binding
We are all bound to destinies beyond hope

Arteries lead to heart’s tracings on the floor of the mind
Breath is the ocean of wind, which is spirit and is never finished
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