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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