Three poems by Victor Ruiz
Atavism Adamic
is always written on the edge of nothing. Edmond
Jabès.
name, then, the abyss, his silence
unheard before
inexorable nothing amazing. At the edge of the night the reflection paths
things
by the word, barely alluded to. It will be like giving birth
language of Adam, as opposed to dumb
spotless body of Eva:
subject omitted from the sign, meaning free
insignificant
meat only reference unnamed
and he, without more words
astonishment at such matters hoarse.
From the vertigo of the verb:
the NO writing, icy silence vertical impónese
page clinging to the uncertainty.
Left blank on what the footprint of gambling in our hand,
the lid on the eve
exhausted and we vacuum lurking.
The Crucero/03/Dic./2006
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