Pse Nova Compound Bow

Poem XIII. TRILCE. César Vallejos

think of your sex. Simplified
heart, think of your sex, mature Hijar
to the day.
I touch the button that is in season. And dies a feeling

old degenerated brain.

think of your sex, groove
most prolific and harmonious than the belly of the Shadow of Death
although conceived and stop
of God himself. Oh
Consciousness I think, yes, in the rough free
enjoying where you want, where you can.

Oh, honey scandal twilight. Oh
silent roar.

Odumodneurtse!