Hematocrit

I began writing the I poems years ago. There was a convergence of circumstances that made me enter the dark room, so to speak, so I could see appearing, slowly revealing itself, the signature of light. It was a moment of stressful truth, truth that was adjuvant. Moments like this keep you on the track, they initiate you into a journey, navigate within the heart and, maybe, you find a star.The I is a line, a scratch, a twig on a field of snow, a crumb that gets you on the way back home,...
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I began writing the I poems years ago. There was a convergence of circumstances that made me enter the dark room, so to speak, so I could see appearing, slowly revealing itself, the signature of light. It was a moment of stressful truth, truth that was adjuvant. Moments like this keep you on the track, they initiate you into a journey, navigate within the heart and, maybe, you find a star.The I is a line, a scratch, a twig on a field of snow, a crumb that gets you on the way back home, a solace, a dart.Everything could happen from that.And it does.