I have gone marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
See, to me, that's the cool piece, and I was glad to find it. The rest of the poem doesn't get me the same way. But here it is, in full form: 'I Have Gone Marking', by Pablo
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