Jolted awake by the crackling flame in a shivering delirium- gazing toward the bedside, breathing again; still imprisoned within the cycle of grief.
Weeping apologies give way to clarity as he starts to recall his unconscious sight.
He finds duality of the whispered name. The Maize God and the peak... purpose floods back to his life.
Seeking origin of the spectral voice, meditating on the otherworldly beckoning, he sets for Sacatepéquez. Night by night, following the dreams and drones sending vivid guidance to his mind. Each morning with burning ears ringing clear, empty of his kin's lament, grabbing roots to scale the earth. The atmosphere begins to thin- pressure growing behind his eyes.
Reveries obscure inner cognizance. The visions augment deep senses of dread.
Ambivalent pilgrimage; recalling where he plunged his sorrows. A black sun looms over those waves. Volcanic heaps pile skyward,
a tree of beheadings at it's crest. Chants rumble beneath the stirring currents, "Hun-Kame, Hun-Kame..."
He focuses his eyes, remembering where he stands, returning to reality on this mountain. Squinting eyes through the blistering winds, the sky is clearing and the ocean is gone.
Hallucinations fade. Exhaustion surmounting. Clawing higher through the gravel, breath is fleeting. The summit shows itself through his blurring sight. Hooded figures loom, his conscience giving way...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
