precious feather
it tasted a bit like a bitten lip.
it rememinded me of a memory broken into.
it even sealed the space with erol.
it passed through me.
it felt like a towel left for dead at the top of the stairs.
it suddenly
it came back, like clean streets and Quetzalcoatl
it zazazazazazazaza
it is the feather plumed serpent
it is a rope of dogs in a llano
it washes our face with its tears
it is obsidian and naked, a newborn hand
it is a temple for every day
it is water that falls in the fled place
it is the twin pyramid of burning water
it is precious duality pouring rain from the jaws of writhing stone
it is the fertility of sound
Itzpapalotl Itzpapalotl Itzpapalotl
dreamed in a sky of meditation
it is light without heat
it is the slow growth and the becoming small
it is the gradual disappearance and reemergence
it is only one such symbol
it is stretched to the horizon, prepared to swallow all
it drinks deeply of morning dew dreams, sweet streams of star dust and heavy power,
its thirst quenched by only this wine, it lies awake
it is the radiant face of the evening sky
it is the wrathful wing of dark night
sage speaking, rabbit nibbles near feet
it can leap
into full view of the golden road beneath
there is nothing to fear, be open
Tul, to the end of the world
the great tiger tears away all hesitation, gives rest
it can leap, for its life is not as long, it cannot wait
lasso the star, swing through space,
Together is the first name
for together we tied fragments of stars, cooled in the void
of two shields,
her snow covered body the kiss of the night sun
Tul, to the end of the world
kicking legs above the black void
unafraid
grin
blink
stay forever with me
transport the gods
by whom we live
it rememinded me of a memory broken into.
it even sealed the space with erol.
it passed through me.
it felt like a towel left for dead at the top of the stairs.
it suddenly
it came back, like clean streets and Quetzalcoatl
it zazazazazazazaza
it is the feather plumed serpent
it is a rope of dogs in a llano
it washes our face with its tears
it is obsidian and naked, a newborn hand
it is a temple for every day
it is water that falls in the fled place
it is the twin pyramid of burning water
it is precious duality pouring rain from the jaws of writhing stone
it is the fertility of sound
Itzpapalotl Itzpapalotl Itzpapalotl
dreamed in a sky of meditation
it is light without heat
it is the slow growth and the becoming small
it is the gradual disappearance and reemergence
it is only one such symbol
it is stretched to the horizon, prepared to swallow all
it drinks deeply of morning dew dreams, sweet streams of star dust and heavy power,
its thirst quenched by only this wine, it lies awake
it is the radiant face of the evening sky
it is the wrathful wing of dark night
sage speaking, rabbit nibbles near feet
it can leap
into full view of the golden road beneath
there is nothing to fear, be open
Tul, to the end of the world
the great tiger tears away all hesitation, gives rest
it can leap, for its life is not as long, it cannot wait
lasso the star, swing through space,
Together is the first name
for together we tied fragments of stars, cooled in the void
of two shields,
her snow covered body the kiss of the night sun
Tul, to the end of the world
kicking legs above the black void
unafraid
grin
blink
stay forever with me
transport the gods
by whom we live