From the Fishouse

emergencia IX

in the original Spanish

there's an order

he is his own sun and he revolves
he unfolds as if

everything alone

wind his weathervane
compass his desire

he just waits a now

his tuning fork his ear

he has driven water
he has danced a stave
he has jumped a fall a trampoline

his risk his biological violence

all fear spins sightless bird
all calm is with him