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
Adorned by dog bites
Rays in hues of blues
Pull the universe
Out of round bellies

And I wonder why
I went this far to come back
With all and nothing
But 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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