A Wanderer's heart
and the open cage
are able, sometimes,
inside your eyes
at dawn
to wave myself
Remaining a dead sanctuary
in a rose among the future
executions
with red, lazy vines
A rising stone in full flight
stops untouched shoulders
from shelling rare roots
in river mushrooms
--Chance composition from Selected Poems of Li-Po, Collected Poems of Octavio Paz, and Everything You Know Is Wrong
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