Carlomar Arcangel Daoana

Gauze

Is what ties the hands when they summon a cloud

Is what fills the skull of a dead philosopher

Is the broken-through fabric of what shouldn’t be seen

Is the wish that did not descend

Is the wish that did not ascend

Is what causes the atmosphere to rupture

Is the true, shot-through with the threads of the beautiful

Is what we wrap a dead child with if we wish to float him on the river

Is the inexact word we plug our sentences with if we know what we mean

Is the wind that bandages the trees because leaves are wounds

Is the slowness in the quickness in the dart of fishes

Is what falls on the mountain if someone steps on it

Is the antecedent scenario

Is an appeal for vision when it is unwrapped from our heads

Is the material equivalent of a leech

Is the knot that keeps our anxieties tidy

Is the light that mellows on fur

Is what we could have become if we were cotton

2009