Eye inspect and contemplate
herds of stars
witnessing the flocks
who pretend to shine brighter than others
Not knowing that they are
but one side of the spectrum
their bodies are
made of the same elementary elements
Not knowing that what makes them human
is the composition of their actions
After asking the angels
of their ambitious assembly
I aspire to allow my affection
as an award
to those who deserve it
Some who deserve it
don’t want it
those who want it,
don’t get it,
those who get it
don’t deserve it
The authority of my fancy
speaks to my heritage
“Is there no other option?
Do I have another choice?
How am I to trust the path
laid before me when the road
is invisible?”
Wait until morning
but do not fall asleep
Use your ears and you will see
Open your eyes and you will hear
Within the prison of your freedom
You may conceive one subatomic
particle of truth
in my words.
- El Cuetes