in the throes of an uncontrollable dance
that thrusts me into walls, whereupon I bleed, -
while each dynasty of my body collapses
and the wall that keeps me trapped inside a scream
is hammered into shape
by the haruspex who writes upon my veins
in the throes of an uncontrollable dance
that thrusts me into walls, whereupon I bleed, -
while each dynasty of my body collapses
and the wall that keeps me trapped inside a scream
is hammered into shape
by the haruspex who writes upon my veins
God has sent me as a messenger.
I am transformed into a poem." (Popol Vuh)
God has sent me as a messenger.
I am transformed into a poem." (Popol Vuh)
December 15,1958
December 15,1958
of a dialog with silence,
it admits to the humility of a voice
that has lost its ability
to live without the freedom of solitude
of a dialog with silence,
it admits to the humility of a voice
that has lost its ability
to live without the freedom of solitude
with my abstinence
from the purity that encroaches upon
my incarcerated heart,
and with my loyalty
to the contaminations
that ensure my boundless banishment
from reason
with my abstinence
from the purity that encroaches upon
my incarcerated heart,
and with my loyalty
to the contaminations
that ensure my boundless banishment
from reason
the tattered rags of wisdom
in favor of the voluptuous nudity of unknowingness
the tattered rags of wisdom
in favor of the voluptuous nudity of unknowingness
provokes a chill on my skin -
an impression I no longer recall
makes me pause in my thoughts
and turn to emptiness and an opportunity for silence
provokes a chill on my skin -
an impression I no longer recall
makes me pause in my thoughts
and turn to emptiness and an opportunity for silence