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Verb Noun not Caminito the Entreciclones

Because it feels
points as blood as life, as the murmur of water, color
as anger, tenderness
color as fire, to fire a weapon

time as valve and redemption
as an act of love as an act of rebellion

as the full sky seeping through your window up ink-stained paper and silence

For all that, and everything else:

Your

From famine distress insatiable entropies polyphonic and misery postmodern apocalypse diverse but horizontal.

alchemy Because there no flowers and no spring without winter

And the trees ... not irrigated by Coca Cola.