To go into this tree
through its sharp bark furrows
and like sap through its veins
flow upwards to the buds
that will burst open with the spring
It has been a long winter
Up there I will be a man no more, but a breath
listening to the universe
orchestrating the stars
measuring the pulse between the cold and the silent
fluttering with the rumbling flow of my blood
with the rhythm of my heartbeat
since I am inside it
I am the sap in the tree.
I am a tree!
Translated by Daniela Spiroska
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