Here you are close to me again
Memories of my companions killed in the war
The olive of time
Memories that make just one
As a hundred pelts make just one fur coat
As these thousands of wounds make just one newspaper article
Somber impalpable appearance that has taken on
The changing shape of my shadow
An Indian crouching in ambush for eternity
Shadow you creep up close to me
But you don’t hear me anymore
You will no longer know the heavenly poems I sing
But I hear you I still see you
Multiple shadow may the sun watch over you
You love me enough to never leave me
You who dance in the sun without raising any dust
Shadow ink of the sun
Handwriting of my light
Caisson of regrets
A god who humbles himself