Chiseled in the darkness of stone,
Lie the buried, unfathomable fires,
The sounds of the pounding seas,
The evolution of hands
to possess, shape,
To subjugate.

His Breath, His Word—Ihíio, Itlátol—
Obeisance,
Aztec salutations,
A voice
now silenced.

Others
In graffiti
Their offerings..
Answers
In Defiance.
Joy, rapture, agony.

In these sealed doorways
Are all the dreams that flow
Into the rivers of sand.

— January 8, 2026 —