I guard the gates to an invisible world,
gridlock of an invisible zoo,
every morning and sometimes evenings,
I make shadow words parade
for doctors as well as nurses,
words pachyderm and robust,
with sharp accent marks, Greek roots,
sometimes chimeras made with Latin.
I guard the gates to an invisible world,
flora and fauna of our body,
as seen only in sleep studies,
borborygmus, oligodendrocytes,
microbiota that prevail in books,
limerence for etymologies,
prophylaxis for oblivion.
Circulus for doctors during rounds
upon the refills of signifiers,
in the voiding cystourethrogram
that measures the reflux of languages,
bone age of hypermodernity.
The hospital, like the rainforest,
is a culture of nomenclature,
microarray of terminologies,
Rheumatology that studies silence,
the flow of every clinical metaphor,
variants of uncertain significance.
I guard the gate to an invisible world,
human experience vademecum,
snake, cerebrospinal fluid,
covers the planet in conversation.
You see,
the earthly panacea expires
if Apollo denies us the gift of poetry
and I am no one if I am not his servant.
I close the gates to an invisible world,
my alveoli and trachea are the temple
where birds rest to be conjugation
and as if I were the hidden stent,
I vanish between the tissues
for those who could never speak before.
