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I’m the Patriarch of my kin
which passes, unblemished and
courageous and foreign and
it goes and never stops and it
always seems unaltered and
slowly in the night it weaves
the world’s new blanket.
The marks of its essence will
be incised all over its path
its joy will slowly intensify
like the joy of the tough, strong,
and tearless over lazy life
or enslaved.
Libros Libertad 