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Cold tower of the world, volcano, finger of snow that followed me through all I did: the topmast high above my ship and yet O stunned spring, intermittent traveler, in the spider's nest of Buenos Aires, far from where I grew up, where I became me, in Katiabar, in Sandokán, in Prague, in Mollendo, in Toledo, in Guayaquil, with my volcano on my back, with my snow, with southern fire and calcified night, with volcanic tongues, with slow lava devouring the star.
Igneous debtor, companion of snow, where I went with me
I went with you, tower of the secret icehouses, factory of the patriarchal flames.