El Rapido Wall Poster — Image by kenne
Mexico
I parted
like a note divided
in search of itself.
I looked
in the colors of night
for day’s shadows.
I hunted
rivers lights
in old dreams.
Double essence so closely bound
tightrope of my natural order.
Mexico.
Sometimes I think of you
on afternoons like this
An old distress comes over me.
Serch for paths of earth
at the edge of the depth.
On warm banks
blue-feathered herons
cultivate red pearls.
There is no time for weeping
if you are to live in me.
Memories were never
the liquid measure of love.
— Lucha Corpi
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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