Wednesday, April 11, 2007

xi

There are persons in whom paranoia itself calls attention to them.

The young paint their faces red and in the charm of a time already disappearing learnt a new war; tunnels through the hills; how earth turns to mud, disease and even a disinterested peasantry.

And there are songs against these sorts of things; against the hollows of the world constant in becoming though often they also were hollowed.

And in the crashing highlands of Goathemala the brothers Xbalenque and Hunaphu discovered a gate to the caverns below:

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