The Golden Flower I


Hills of Mexico
Pale and dry
I have come for sunny pills
On the land of cochineal
My pulsing blood
Hung on walls of cacti
Calling for fourteen years
When the plumerias were shown
In between lights
By the greatest bloom
A snake
An eye
A drive
Adorned by dog bites
So many rays
Died in hues of blues
Pull the universe
Out of round bellies

It is soon, somewhere

And I wonder why
I went this far to come back
With all and nothing
But knowledge hidden to all
As the finest gems are
Bland and useless
To the joyful people
They have it all
But let’s be redeemed
And tell our fellow men
There is one more paradox
On our path of return
To whom has ever lost
The seeds of eros
To whom is catching up
With the golden flower



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