143.ZAPOTECA URN

ZAPOTECA URN Absorbing mezcal in five tubes symphony Jaguar.

Splashing pollen Of the pentagrammed night, Blowing In the urn. Raising with the goodbye mouth Stony whitish, Mana of supreme darkness flour from the bosom of prophecies.

Undaunted in flight, the tunic, In expectant freezing, Of a longed-for takeoff. Spotted butterfly, Of ocher, Next to the flower: of the four petals;

Of the five houses: Of light, darkness, of transformation, of the eternal sun And from the top of the stars. Pale on the forehead, Pale With the hands of wind, Accompanying the suffering, While, with the leap of the ocelot Going up, to the black transformer, To settle in the dawn In the tree of high heaven. From Mount Alban Zampoñas lanes, Rattles of The Mist. Unveiling cupped kisses, Clinging, to its abysmal guts, Of rhythmic suspensions, of sighs ... On the left limestone, the other, flower, the cava, The stony with its beats of dust, Maybe in another time, Someone, in the silence Hear the echo of that tune, One last breath. Touched from the womb Of lime and ash, Meanwhile, their eyes are closed the music turns off And the soul jumps at dawn From the stamens Until THE CARPEL OF THE GOD JAGUAR.