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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