With a rope, a bracelet, a ring, hold on to the pencil.
Do not lower your guard of the hand that surrounds
the pen, which goes from the shoulder, the elbow to the wrist
and digs meanders, explorations into the letter
nonsense, what can these things be that you write
at the speed of a stone in the chest, in the throat.

Fill notebooks.
Spread out, empty out and hang in the void
the letter clears up, disembarks
in troops.

Hold the pencil, make these sheets
blackouts, pockets of air, dark clouds
with a feverish hand you aim
to other dimensions of yourself.