Paging through silence the edges melt
deconstruct
bursting into flames till they crackle and
crumble
into existence once more
sliding into wintering alarms that sound
between
skyscraper towers
and I turn
flipping flipping flipping
through the winding streets to find words
in the wind
aquí
aquí
estoy aquí
I speak to air
but you are nowhere to be found
