we shall no more

we shall no more forebode the sea
not even recall the troubled salt
of mouths over this face, a twin with our
covering mask

insane ashen bird soaring through thin air
and the lucent froth of blinding meteors
the sleepless city's throbbing foundations

we will no more be mirrored in unspent motions
nor in the dawn-pouring tongue's derangement
and nomads we will travel, on beyond the blood
afloat in a dark dream
bodies aflame entwined
consumed creating unsuspicious constellations
lumbering
across centuries returning
intact to the first void

- Al Berto (trad. minha)