182 CONQUEST OF CHICHEN ITZA BY THE TOLTECAS T

CONQUEST OF CHICHEN ITZA BY THE TOLTECAS Construction of the castle pyramid.

Stairs back to the wound of light To the sweat suspended in its fall from a marine crater Like the echo swooping to the sky, of the Cormorant flight With its fish grotto, Thirst for covered waves. On the wedding steps of the chosen ones; From the thirsty leaks of the face, from the traces; In front of the ropes of the precipice; Already fish mists of nostalgia In the deep blue of sacrifice, ATTRACTING THEIR LOOKS and detachments.

THE TOLTEC EXCURSIONS FILAMENTS MELTING TO STRETCH THE FLIGHT Of the beautiful Quetzal. Green spot SPREADING ON the peninsula, THE cobalt BLUE GROWING. THE TREES BREAKING, BETWEEN THE MELENAS, BLACKS OF THEIR SHADOWS. Rocking THE ACCUSATIVE EYES, Lifting anchors Of mercy and mystery. HOST, Sharpening Between song and song Lime and song Stone after stone The song to the Endless, AFTER THE FLIGHT OF YOUR NERVE Unfolding the bouquet in YOUR TAIL MOUTH GETTING Gaping hands Melting away In outrage us wishes SCARLET. A hole from which the roots flee Sparkling tongue To shout WITNESS AND DOLIENT. Decoy the EXECUTIONER, BEHIND THE pyramidal hatch of the road And from the cava to the BRAMING SPOUT, Flowers and cane fields thrown from the bridges From the dust boy Up to the NEWLY throbbing ring Spinning of shadows and diffractions; From the edge of the break of eternity And his flight through the columns of ecstasy and effervescence, Until its echo in the hallucinatory breath, Of the flight of the eagle swallowing the serpent. Not in the mouth, not in the belly Of the incessant suspended, IN consumer shipwreck The incredible will vomit in waste.