Before I arrived
here long days of travel prepared me to be caught in
the vortex of wondering where,
if anywhere, I belong.
reality with flickering tongue.
down, illusions are seen
as the peristaltic throbbing of
God's insatiable stomach.
History feeds on
corpses; mythology too. Millions of children are born each year because his doubt goes with him, like breath,
like his breathing between each step--fitful, oppressive--so that the
skeleton present in the shaman's costume summarizes and reactualized
the drama of his initiation, that is, the drama of death and resurrection.
It is of small importance whether it is supposed to represent a human
or an animal skeleton. In either case, no true rhythm, no one pace, can be held. And
the farther his doubt goes with him, the nearer he feels to the source
of that doubt, so that in the end death
is as ravenous as beauty is enduring.