Allowing life to grow
Or allowing it to leave
Is to pass a thread
through the body
when the belly grows
and the babbling surprises you
it is always upward
that the salmons gallop
It is like dying on the other side
But the earthquake
Unfading
Is sad
a tissue that fades
On a spell’s current
The murmur is also soft
and it slides away from you
there are no blinding lights, no
bells
that opens
into the inevitable
nothingness
and there is a uterus
in the darkness
tucked away
where the calm calls
galatonous clot or nothing
wawa sullu wachoy
kikuy wachakuy
beginning or end
of a genderless other
to complete the flesh
that comes from the blood
where it is smooth and
strong
we redeem
wanki pechi jip jip
ll’ qua lape miujalal
It says in secret code:
life or death
of a collective
shadow
jip tij laje
ar la q’
ir pi j
n’ ;; t
nu
j
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