Talk later
we made bubbles
and soon something magical happens
the air gathers the phonemes on their journey
is the ellipse in the class
the sense keeps secrets
surrender to time in bubbles
the word dances its virtuosity
and tears bear the silence
sentence
how do the squawks come out
when opening the beaks
the air bears witness to the union
intertwine guesses
It is obvious
no one is allowed to dream
I invited you to dream
they carried orphan feelings
the bubbles
burst near the eyes
they shine like truths on the cheeks
the pencil is drawing luck
a stroke looks like a signature
sheets were blotting paper
that fixes that union
before invisible
so I contemplated the nakedness of the voice
protected in class
safe
the little animal howls
while the earthquake lasts.