en la misma lengua capitalista del orto

it depends on the scope
can i cope with this all
although i know not
knots of vacuum
aspirations of doom and redemption
it depends on the escape
a goat or a sheep
a tyger, not meek
nor brave
a new world outdated
our fancies, our frantic frustrations
the fruit of deep-rooted vegetation
it depends on the language
the tongue
that i can't write in plain español
yes, that is a señal
something mal
in my brain enredado and reined in
so much as not to tie
the knots
the strings
that hold things
so that they
don't let loose
there, in gravity