Water boy of the Andes' tears, jeweler with the smashed fingers, farmer, trembling in your seed, potter wasted in your clay. Bring to the cup of this new life your old deep pain. Rise to birth with me, my brother. Tell me everything, chain by chain, link by link, step by step. Sharpen the knives you kept. Put them in my chest and in my hand like a river of yellow lightning, like a river of buried tigers and leave me to cry. - Hours, days, years, - blinded ages, stellar centuries.