I looked into the ojos of the man
with half an arm.
Mira.
And the oceans within them roared;
foam topped waves frothed
in the dark brown irises.
And I could not keep from going overboard.
And I was swept out to sea.
And I had no raft,
no life jacket,
but only two hands
in the waters of him who had none.
And I struggled in his ocean swells.
I kicked and paddled
and felt my arms growing weak
in the waters of him whose half-arm
does the work of two.
And I began to choke
as the waves broke
over my head.
And I gasped for breath.
And the waves were breaking me in bits.
And biting at my fingertips,
was the memory of the dragon.
And I was sinking.
And I used all my voice
in the waters of him who had no voice
and I cried out, "my God, my God,
why have you forsaken me?!"
And He answered in waves and breakers
that rolled over me.
"My God, my God,
why are You so far from helping me?!"
And His voice was in the roar of the waters.
And there was silence.
And darkness was on the face of the deep.
And I was lost in the unfathomable depths.
And as I sank, I dreamed,
"let there be light!"
And there was evening,
on the first day.
And there was morning.
And I was washed up on the shore
of another world.
And I awoke on the beaches
of the subconscious
of the man who has half an arm.
And the sun of this world
was gray and wounded;
limping along the horizon.
And I looked, and behold,
in the pale light,
there were outlines and shadows,
by the thousands,
copies of the man who had half an arm.
And they were formless and void.
And I said, "are these the children of the man?"
And the waters roared and said,
"These are the dreams of the man.
And all dreams begin as children.
And the children have come to birth,
but there was no strength to bring them forth."
And all of the children had two arms.
And as I was looking,
the image of the children was superimposed
on the man who had half an arm,
and I couldn't tell which was which.
And now there was only a man
with his two arms,
for the two is greater than the half,
and he was clothed in his dreams.
And all this happened as I was in my coche.
And all this happened while I was looking
into the ojos of the man with two arms.
And I heard the roar of the oceans.
And I felt the violence of the waves.
And I saw the sands of the shores,
and the pale light just hanging on,
and the thousands of two-armed children
waiting to take shape.
And the waters
and their thousands of voices
resounded in concert,
"we are still here,
estoy aqui siempre!
If only there was strength for the birth.
Share your strength,
strength to bring us forth!"
