From all this humidity,
I am the one who’s breath
echoes by the sunset,
From a distance I arrived,
He who shines a puzzle through his mouth,
Who took turns through vague ambiences,
From my sweat I raised myself.
I’ve been aging ambiguously,
In hopes to resign with a clear candor.
From a clarinet melody to a number,
I step closer to that yonderly form
That is I.