For Spain

Today I want to throw a party

for a person of very high caliber.

A wedding party

of planetary proportions

and (I'm sorry) 

I have to cancel our plans

because it's time to prepare.

Weddings take time

take life, take love

and give more 

than you can fit in your heart

even if you shove.

I am ready

and I will be

ready for a persecution party.

A party that maybe

you wouldn't understand

that maybe you will easily find

a ready reason to leave behind

and immediately forget.

But you can't forget

in your dreams.

In your dreams

you will recall everything 

your soul saw and devoured

but your eyes fluttered over

like a distressed sparrow

finding neither limb nor branch.

But your soul was a kite

and the wind blew 

form nowhere and everywhere,

from no direction

and every direction

and now you are irreversibly tangled,

in your dreams.

In your dreams 

you are ready

and you will be

unable to stop these limbs,

gently pulling your soul strings,

discovering a place in this tree

where, at last, 

you can rest your bones.

And the camera zooms out

revealing home upon home

unmortgaged and unloaned,

forever beyond reach

of being bought or sold

because inheritance comes once

and lives in your bones.

Listen:

The Wind

comes now.

His Voice 

will send you

impossibly high

and perfectly free.