I comprehend how anonymity

Pleases and rewards the philosopher

as much as does the Falseness Vanity
hungers, surfeits, and decays forever
depleting the sutures stitched in verses
plated like a window of light, shadow,
contrasts, density, font, size, screened and flashed
it goes eastward by destiny, returned
an immigrant and opportunity,
conceived but lost, empty-handed, for the BIRDS
of Hope become that way, an EXILED
OMEN signifying what it does: A
A for Abundance upturned, inverted
to become the V of Vásquez fulfilled.