Puerto Rico, Bioluminescent bay in Viequez The Meaning of Light The beast drinks water from the shallows while the blossom sleeps where death awaits on unavoidable nights. It translates voices that it does not understand, and hopes to ask about desire. Its deciphered imprints follow the course of a scented field, it’s going to overwhelm the printed hands that rise above it blindly — created to misguide. Trees will be the waves and boats of fireflies setting sail in view of wind, symphonic seeds navigate to other lands. A storm plants death ruins on the plains. After the time of bones, new grass grows, a cloak of fear and loneliness waits in twilight dimensions. A man blinded by rennet in streaming light bites his rage, chews the curd of false expectations, rates desert paths. He does not stop offering dilapidated visions, the challenge of kissing gannets in an empty sea.