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I would have to learn to return

with a cut flower in a dream

to pull the immortal awakening

from the immortal infancy

to look at the place of nothingness

till I see a flower

and place three in this vase

next to the red one and close to this table

a branch in which all of the joined remain separate

one to one in a tangible manner

But I only know what to do with all of them

the branch is hidden inside a flower

and only one : the flower in which they all disappear

The flower in which your disappearances appear




[From Contrasuberna. (Against the Tide), Mexico City. Mortiz. 1981.

Translated by Ron Rodriguez, 2009.]