09 April, 2016

Day 9: Cenote

Let me be what I am
Emerald cenote
filled with pulp
blessed by blood
from gods who fell asleep
and haven’t awoken

Cursed, reflecting pool
Sanctuary for all senses
Use my minerals to get strong
In this sea of sprites,
we mortals must be
each other’s saviors

Green cenote
I am your immaculate silence
Blind fish grow up
blessed by emerald reflections
I know how to make life grow
and stay still

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