Poem 12. "Templo"

I was thinking about the nature of art, and concluded that my artistic vision with regards to any particular medium should stem from a single total transmedial aesthetic that is consistent with and inspired by my values. I wanted to write something that would prove that, if abstraction is morally accepted (which I personally do), such a transmedial aesthetic could be allowed to live in full breadth even in single-medium works. My success is unkown, as usual.

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veo las columnas de un sonido diáfano
instituyéndose al profundo respirar
  del órgano:

desde los balcones de mi mente,
veo el espectro de tu voz 
de innumerables tonos hecho:

veo los arcos, arcadas sobrepuestas,
componiéndose con cada palabra escrita
  por mi mano:

desde las palabras con mi puño hechas
veo la presencia de tu nombre 
reverberando por este templo: