the past the future
every man is tested in this strange equation
and the Gods make judges in this twilight world
where images flicker as if children at dusk vanish
then are warmed by the dawn
like some ashen hearth smoking diamond stars
the world spinning like a kaleidescope on fire
all streaming vivid chaos in its wake
and why this conflict Abuela
as well as ask the stars
child of my child
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