Poetry Inside

Whatever you have inside
Take it out
Untill
A poem doesn't form

Because
Poetry is within you

Do not connect outside
The way in which others do

Going
In your inner
That-there on the side by

Do not turn
And
Do not recognize

These two-to-two
Unknowing
So of your poem

Your songs
Ebullient
Will spread somewhere else
Does not bloom
In those barges
Where without blinking

Nothing happens

Goes right
Her name
Is the time

Time is big
He will only write
A book on you


When you
Are at the corner
Think of you

Will do
With you what you want
Mutual one
Like magic
Spreading on the wall