from [EL CAMINO DE MI ALMA]

i go back
i go forth
i am home

i am crustaceous
in the land of canals
in the knot of three rivers

i am the moon
in the shine
of the Quetzal

i am the Choco,
the Cuna,
and the colorless loss
of each Mola --
each wood

i am the flush
in the face
of a veil

i am the colony
gone to die out
in starvation

i am the snake
that with ruins
can fly

i am the double
for northern cremations

i am the mute
that the pace
of the state
cannot gag

. . .