[Coming down the pitch Consume, loca. Uomomorto, above the valley of Casentino, October 4, 2009]
I just as soon as the sky
and what it is, barely
with infinite mosaic of stars
and its eternal eyes mates
with the ten thousand human city
it flies over
with all the vast oceans
that vibrate to his touch
with all that is hidden in it and
everything - for its virtues -
is revealed
to write words on clouds
you.
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