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  • Extend your hands  and receive everything I have. No holding back, not pushing anything away.  The scars, wrinkles, and calluses on your palms  reflect my elemental gifts smelted in the furnace of your spontaneous creation. These heirlooms are memorialized and revived through every  stroke, grasp, and press, like revenants of a timeless, spaceless wire spiraling and oscillating between cycles of creation and destruction,  of life and death.  Out of me, into you.  The emptiness upon your hands cradles  the everything…

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  • Self betrayal: a misbehaved,  disobedient child performing for an audience. “Do as I say Not as I do” echoed reflections of a mirror fragmented and true.  What you don’t say is also what you do.  Inherited your broken heart and became you.  Sought safety in danger, found reward in punishment: fated self betrayal. Aztec God Tezcatlipoca, whose name translates to “smoking mirror” and whose epithets include Monantzin (“your mother”) and Motatzin (“your father”).

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