A RITE FOR THIS TEMPER

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1.

That’s how I see you

Red

Womb lining between the word

And the accident

Body entrapped in windy

Gestures.

 

I don't name you. Your image

Is a thousand of fearless

Names.

 

Expose yourself to what passes

Before the lens

Latent unease of the word

A shiver

Around the cord

Silence weaving the thread

That rescues us

From this unlikely

Labyrinth.

 

2.

(Of wild nature) the body

In the urgency of finitude

Bleeding ensnared words

That do not overcome desire.

 

If it’s time that drags the world

And is enough

I Want life

With its so-called miracles

 

Nothing that pushes me away

From the substance of dreams

Beyond the cord

And the pathways

Which are bowels framed

By the mornings.

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Poem: Sidnei Olivio

Photo: Márcia Porto