we rise morning after measure to watch the sun
rise into the illimitable blue.
I let the gold obsess in me
fill my royal ice-sculpture heart with the aura sacra of dawn.
I am not necessarily allowed to paper-cut Orion
or to claim a space in the star-speckled sea,
but I raise my copper-loved hands and open my mouth
And I let red universe spill out
a les infiniti del cieli.