disclaimer: all lines manipulated and taken from Octavio Paz's "The Blue Bouquet"
Ignorant Lullaby
The night was a garden
of eyes, a vast system of signs,
a conversation between
giant beings. Who speaks
the word? To whom is it spoken?
Suddenly the moon appeared
from behind a black
cloud, lighting a white wall
that was crumbled; a gray-
winged butterfly, dazzled, circled
the yellow light.
A silent moment passed.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To take a walk."
I fumbled along the cobblestone
street, I turned, I knelt,
I pulled myself together…not much,
but it's something.
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I woke covered with sweat,
blinded by such whiteness.