Everything rises
Smile
Everything that lives
Reina
All that is lily
Smells
All Laca
interweaves
All who love
Bed
All rejoices
It's love
Everything hurts
It is loneliness
All that remains
  ache
All that was
Heat
All away
Aphelion.

María Kodama lo descubrió. Pese a su autoridad y a su firmeza, es curiosamente liviano. Quienes lo ven lo advierten; quienes lo advierten lo recuerdan.
    Lo miro. Siento que es una parte de aquel imperio,
infinito en el tiempo, que erigió su muralla para construir un recinto mágico.
    Lo miro. Pienso en aquel Chiang Tzu que soñó que era una mariposa y que no sabía al despertar si era un hombre que había soñado ser una mariposa o una mariposa que ahora soñaba ser un hombre.
    Lo miro. Pienso en el artesano que trabajó el bambú y lo dobló para que mi mano derecha pudiera calzar bien en el puño.
    No sé si vive aún o si ha muerto.
    No sé si es tahoista o budista o si interroga el libro de los sesenta y cuatro hexagramas.
    No nos veremos nunca.
    Está perdido entre novecientos treinta millones.
    Algo, sin embargo, nos ata.
    No es imposible que Alguien haya premeditado este vínculo.
    No es imposible que el universo necesita este vínculo.

El vago azar o las precisas leyes
Que rigen este sueño, el universo,
Me permitieron compartir un terso

Trecho del curso con Alfonso Reyes.
Supo bien aquel arte que ninguno
Supo del todo, ni Simbad ni Ulises,

Que es pasar de un país a otros países
Y estar íntegramente en cada uno.
Si la memoria le clavó su flecha

Alguna vez, labró con el violento
Metal del arma el numeroso y lento
Alejandrino o la afligida endecha.

En los trabajos lo asistió la humana
Esperanza y fue lumbre de su vida
Dar con el verso que ya no se olvida

Y renovar la prosa castellana.
Más allá del Myo Cid de paso tardo
Y de la grey que aspira a ser oscura,

Rastreaba la fugaz literatura
Hasta los arrabales del lunfardo.
En los cinco jardines del Marino

Se demoró, pero algo en él había
Inmortal y esencial que prefería
El arduo estudio y el deber divino.

Prefirió, mejor dicho, los jardines
De la meditación, donde Porfirio
Erigió ante las sombras y el delirio

El Árbol del Principio y de los Fines.
Reyes, la indescifrable providencia
Que administra lo pródigo y lo parco

Nos dio a los unos el sector o el arco,
Pero a ti la total circunferencia.
Lo dichoso buscabas o lo triste

Que ocultan frontispicios y renombres:
Como el Dios del Erígena, quisiste
Ser nadie para ser todos los hombres.

Vastos y delicados esplendores
Logró tu estilo, esa precisa rosa,
Y a las guerras de Dios tornó gozosa

La sangre militar de tus mayores.
¿Dónde estará (pregunto) el mexicano?
¿Contemplará con el horror de Edipo

Ante la extraña Esfinge, el Arquetipo
Inmóvil de la Cara o de la Mano?
¿O errará, como Swedenborg quería,

Por un orbe más vívido y complejo
Que el terrenal, que apenas es reflejo
De aquella alta y celeste algarabía?

Si (como los imperios de la laca
Y del ébano enseñan) la memoria
Labra su íntimo Edén, ya hay en la gloria

Otro México y otra Cuernavaca.
Sabe Dios los colores que la suerte
Propone al hombre más allá del día;

Yo ando por estas calles. Todavía
Muy poco se me alcanza de la muerte.
Sólo una cosa sé. Que Alfonso Reyes

(Dondequiera que el mar lo haya arrojado)
Se aplicará dichoso y desvelado
Al otro enigma y a las otras leyes.

Al impar tributemos, al diverso
Las palmas y el clamor de la victoria:
No profane mi lágrima este verso
Que nuestro amor inscribe a su memoria.

the last of my breddahs i’m just following suit
at the end of the day i’m still that same ol’ yute
twenty one now, i hope you get there too
cuz if you ain’t here, i know you’ll get here soon

and perspective is mad cuz i was once you
an ambitious little boy with some radical views
cravin’ for a chance to receive and shoot
like Laca in the box, cuz i would take that too

but what i would do
just might not be true
to what you would do
but if i asked myself now what would i do
then i’d get the same answer like two plus two
cuz i still got my views

and let’s be honest
i ain’t really changed much
at least i think i haven’t cuz i really ain’t exchanged much
different ideologies and people ain’t been sayin' much
other than this same old same old for these same months

cuz kamala this and donald trump that
is no different to me than what ’16 had
the same old story pulled out the same hat
but we don’t draw the lines to try to change that

we move
and fall into a groove
even though it’s bumpy when we're wishin' it was smooth
cuz
life is always twistin' throughout different routes
i guess that’s why we always try to stay close to our roots

cuz if we never have to travel in search of our truths
then we can say the life we lived is closest to truth
am i saying that to say i’m worse off than you?
just because i’ve strayed further than you?

i think it’s mad
and honestly i’m glad
i’ve seen so many cities that i never thought i’d have
the chance of seeing
and instances of being
surrounded by some people that i never thought would be in
my life, and i’m grateful
for what they’ve brought to my table
if my last supper was today then to all of them i’m faithful

because
too many times we see some **** go south
saying words that shouldn’t leave our mouths
words that turn into action with a  punch in the mouth
and then it’s EMS, ambulance, blackin’ out
and it’s the USA so hospital be cost amounts

of money that we ain’t got
so we divert from those actions and those nasty thoughts
cuz if the cost of death is higher than the price of life
why wouldn’t i try to see the beauty in the strife
and never let some nasty words tell me how to live my life

that's mad
cuz i’ve seen some of my people take that **** real bad
when i’m on the pitch i can’t say i’ve not had
experiences like that
where i’m contemplating whether to abandon match
or to let that pass

but still, i’m here
my body and mind are intact
and i still got these same breddahs behind my back
and this same family to watch my back

and only experience and those people contribute to my repertoire
and only form my skillset when i’m well-aware i’ve set their bar
and those who haven’t done that yet should know exactly  who they are
because they’d know they aren’t far

because i’m only 21 and i hope that i still have lots of life left to give
i hope that my people can sort out their problems like it’s flour in a sieve
i hope we continue to broaden our horizons like Sid Meyer’s Civ
and most importantly i hope we remember to take a deep breath

and live

enjoy, pree more life
find the beauty in the struggle and strife
as we continue to strive
and find ourselves as we get surprised
by the courses of life for which we must improvise

another milestone, and another celebration
offering another chance at self-recalibration
as goals yet to be achieved are still the final destination
or so we hope to fulfil imagination

so,
twenty-one years on this planet and now i'm forced to look in one direction
forced to find my style even when it’s gettin' hairy and i'm facin' deflection
forced to go forward even if there’s a wall with no intention
of breaking down because i have to break those barriers using nothing but a mirror,
my reflection

Chica Baca laca maca....et cetera,
Where the lady sunfish are gold,
And  are truth tellers,
And the chain pickerals are bold,
And truth be told,
Those chains could not hold,
For Chaca Baca laca maca... whatever,
As Lake Unabash is known,
Was more humble when it was cold.

Baca daca lacka Baca Goo,
In the native or Lake Unabash will do,
The green male sunfish had electric gills,
Like neon lightning went up through,
But now wear a pumpkinseed coat,
So fall color is always new,
And the lady bass jump in the boat,
To tell the skipper where to go.

Shooka booka lacha nooka....
Or just Lake Trudeau,
The old catfish still fly their whiskers,
But only at night in bubble whispers,
For all the show is during day,
When a mother musky eats a duckling on its way,
Then to a fisherman turns to say,
I am a truth teller,
And you men have had your time!

Chaka ooka alla moola,
Or just Lake ****** truth be told,
Was more humble when it was cold,
Now the water recedes the lake,
And with summer lasting later,
"Hey how ya doing" from a stranger,"
And now new to Lake Annoy,
The alligator fills the void.