in the cage (I've got to get in to get out)

and the tree outside 

the sea beyond

cage back 

and brooding over 

and home back 

and then mild dancing in the wild 

and distant blue melting, 

like father like son 

to once again 

the warm abyss kingdoms 

through music-chattering

insects kingdom 

rough-winged swallows 

at the village dawning 

singing 

and She Is the Arquitect 

you the funny body

thinking her 

with traveling eyes 

to the always young river 

where sunset burns 

(yesterday's casuistry noise),

"sin luz en los incendios"

so back to foundation,

through spiritual concrete 

continuum 

with the time traveler 

to the bird's corner 

through the woods of darkness 

as a shadow 

of air, fire, rock and 

water 

or little daimons 

kissing the sun 

in the daily dia-Logos

of Love 

sun on the song of cicadas, 

the sun in the song of the salty waves 

upon the sandy shores 

while the sea-horse 

in the depths is yearning