Below

 "Falling opens the wings of the unseen."

Crow,

manta ray of the abyss,

you dive into its unfathomable void,
you soar over its endless night.

With light feathers,
with powerful lift,
you suspend yourself in its mystery.

Then,
you alight upon the Tree of Life.

You embrace its entire vastness
with wings illuminated
by the sidereal bodies.

And below,
below,

the tree’s roots
construct a new life
in the void,
its soil
always fertile.

—Lorena Wolfman (2019, translation 2025)