there are places in the sun . where we can remember all the parts
that are mexican . all the parts that are pre-american. all the parts
that were placed in slave ships and reside in the wings of our spines
there are places in the sun. where we become the memory of our fathers
we become the waters of our mothers. and watch the blue and red lines
come back to speak to us in tongues before nahuatl or any other two legged
memory tongue. there are places in our singing stone where we can remember
all the parts mexica. all the parts irrelevant. all the parts still waiting for us.