Walking among stone and cinder
I celebrated vices between long columns,
between solemn bells,
I rememebered damsels knotted
without any sense of latitude,
torn somewhere between cathedrals
and the altar of light.
I forged trimmings, ignots of regret
recalling only the tepid taste of salt
in the cold tango of dawn.
I consulted bishops in a wilderness
of silence and castles, using
naked vocabulary and words composed of
granular sand.
I walked among the stone
trampling all over virtue
and forgot to use my hands.
