20.-Turn around and the sky opens its mouth Poem by Dolores Dorantes

"20.-Turn around and the sky opens its mouth. You have disappeared among us. This is a book that does not exist. We've got you surrounded. Sky and death. Sky and blood. Perfection and pain. We are yours when you believe you're devouring us. We are yours with our mouths closed. Instruments of your phonation. We do not differentiate. We jump through the hoop of the sky. We are space and we are surface. The sky has a body that walks. The path has been covered in blood."