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At The Intersection Of The Cross

The sun sets  
The rain falls    
The jungle decays, and cycles begin a new:    
     
          Daylight ends     where the other world      
          turns upside down      
          across the sky.    
          The stars    
(hungry eyes) ride the scales    
on the crocodile's back, on the river to Xibalba:    
     
The black water consumes the rain forest,    
it floods the foot prints of ancestors: Howling unfed spirit dogs    
from a billion-trillion pinpoints of light, piercing illusions    
in dense undergrowth:    
                                            Mother Jaguar, ancient steward,    
watches with ruthless grace                 our slow drift toward destiny,    
our pulsing    
                      beating     
                                          sacrifice      
in hand.
mbass33
Written by mbass33 (matthew bass)
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