Natural State of Being

Natural State of Being

I live

between appeared and disappeared,

in women's or ghost's clothing.

I cross the folds of the mirror

and remain lucid,

guilty of dead dreams

in my consciousness.

A bite-proof bird.

I lay my eggs on trees

in secret islands

like a frigatebird.

My natural state:

wild fruit grove 

with frost

that does not mature,

a child in diapers

queen of the blind flight.

Appear and disappear,

a simple skin graft

and I am the other

and the same.

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