i don't know what it means

jumping, is a boy, who,
between the little chambers, imagined a girl
and built his city
from human stature and
whatever happened to the eyes of white
winged creatures
who distorted the distance
of milk, from the palm to the mouth
and the deformity of a windowsill
the vice of the shell
until what was looked upon as a strange world
was created
of milk and sins
a tower
in the kitchen, then came to fruition
for its beauty
be in the minds of christmas


sad eyes, my eyes.