Mother, you watch me sleep
and your life is a large tapestry of all colors
of all the most ancient murmurs
knot after twin knots
root after root of story
You don't know how fearful
your beauty as I asleep
your hair is the moon of sea sung in silence
you walk with silver lions
and wait to estrange me
deep in the rug covered with sorrow
embroidered by you in a fierce symetry
binding in a thread of persian silk
the pine trees and the griffins
you called me blind
you touched my eyes
with black anemones
I am a spider that keeps spinning
from the pool in my womb
weaving through eyes
the dew of flames on the web.
(Agueda Pizarro)
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