Teoxihuitl

She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is mine,
She has the shape of my hands,
She has the color of my eyes,
She is engulfed in my shadow
Like a stone against the sky.
Her eyes are always open
She does not let me sleep
Her dreams in broad daylight
Make sums evaporated,
Make me laugh, weep and laugh,
And speak without anything to say.

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