the submersible dirigible

There is light.  We neither see nor touch it.

In its empty clarities rests

what we touch and see.

I see with my fingertips

what my eyes touch:

shadows, the world.

With shadows I draw worlds,

I scatter worlds with shadows.

I hear the light beat on the other side.

– ‘This side’, Octavio Paz

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