teotihuacan; the raw and the cut.

i feel those piled up stones from all the way over here. we are camped outside the gates of the city but they whisper in my dreams all the same, catching the corner of my soul even with my eyes closed. i am avoiding your gaze but feel you all the same, pulling in the stars.

i watch the sun set over the contours of the mountains tracing the black lines of the horizon with the same fasination as the arched back of a lover and i wonder about the builders of these right angled wonders amongst such majesty. the builders of pyramids were not women i wager.




but all the same, i am in awe and i am standing at your heights looking out over the land and i am moving.. with something.feels like ive dreamed here before, seen your coloured flags blowing in the breeze and stared at the reflections of the stars in your pools. i have walked amongst these giants before but never stood here and i get a strange and indescribable sense that im am putting something straight; settling a score somehow.

down into the caves of your birth we go. into the holes of your making, crawling through the belly of the mother. alone in the black and the silence i am breathing fast and suspended from animation at the depth i am out of. heavy rock; crushing me into crystal formation. i am held. i am dry in my mouth and stone inside reaching all the way back to some distant dream of a star. then you dig me up, build me tall and stand on me to reach those stars. but we are all made of stars she whisper.