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When the pigeon walked toward me,
Suddenly his breast burst open:
God was there in the wound
Walking to me!
Nearer he came and nearer,
Pigeon and God together;
At the base of my mortal body
Looking up at me!
Gesturing to me without motion,
Talking to me without words:
“Open. Open. Let me ascend.
Open. Open!”
Then did I will my body to break,
To break, to break, for Door!
And God leapt in and rose
Fire in my realms of bone.
-Jose Garcia Villa
