X Man in Tenochtitlan looks across
Its ancient temporariness its woes
just as were sung by Nezahualcoyotl
“are we merely the flowers of our loss?
Are we magnificent all for nothing?
These are the petal leaves I respire
Not just for randomness -- I am a spirit.
A Taker of Beauty at my Losses
I do not Wish for War or to lose cares
Bring me my instruments I will follow
What they perceive are not my own Verse
I am Unified in a Yellow Field.
The Cempazuchin grows younger to tend.
While it is a Child it is sacred.
On Maturation sacrificed or Freed.
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