Ego conquiro
The question?
The encounter with the unknown
that distorts the myth
about its
victims
an apparatus that
singularly
desires to pretend that
the other was myself.
For this,
to submit
and conquer
with disgrace
to a being that
is not a being
of the world
I know of.
Its dominance
leads it
to forget
its roots
and projects me
as a
perpetrator
in his error,
integrating it
into the appropriate,
the civil,
the correct.
There is no
valid
excuse.
There is
no response
for the soulless.
It proceeds from
modern life
period.
To be,
think
and act.
To me it seems
that
we have
focused
enough,
too much
to remain.
We have enlightened
ourselves in the shadow
of an emptiness
and stopped.
We have
fed ourselves with greed
and entanglements
to dazzle
with the shadow
a conquest,
a failure.
The lilies
that were
affirming themselves
break from their
beginnings
their remoteness,
their corpses
that arise
from streams
to affirm
this same
permanence.
They have
disappointed us
up to here
with trivialities
that enrich
irises
and daisies.
Nothing
there are other
furrows
truncated
by sun in the
water
and the strong
who line up for
the search
from
there
to here
And there
power
to become.
There
power
to be.
There
power
to be aware.
There
power
to have knowledge.