5/15/2020

Tico brujo







Beware of skull eaters who follow aberrant astral paths
reverse the invisible carnival
and call it good bones.

The face of Being...like a skeletal synthetic lightbeam is not a strand of language.

Once we hollow out through luminous veins
the living hour where flaming Carnations sing
then the wheels flash
and we get coded into stones.

So, it is true that I pour entheo elixirs with starry feet
ignite the lightways beyond the Master Sign.

They call me Ticobrujo...
the one that dipped in bioluminous time
emancipatory, like a creature that never speaks.

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