DESTROYED DISTANCE V Poem by Carlos Obregón

Your voice collapses, is submerged and lost
in the twilight of the gods.
Now you are among the sacred columns
erected by the dream process and the giant.
Listen to the high song that talked under the rain.

You are in my pulse maddened by the night
and the angel of your voice never gives up
the power or the horror of your hands.
Now you are like a pillar among the days
because there has never been a greater word than always,
because in Vienna I listen to you singing, hallucinated,
lost there among your things.
There, you are, you live, you are a shadow of a shadow of love among living shadows,
the voice and the hand of a goddess rotating the beings.
More and more you are nearer my wood:
perennial, slender in your murmur you fall, you dance,
you are what then and always you used to relate,
the word in the air like a winged rose,
that's what you are in your absence
and the stars tonight talk to me about your steps.
You are far away and full like a tower of warriors and angels,
and your voice? that is your soul: your lips over the years,
that is you, Marion, as I remember you,
that is your soul.