Homme

A rock and roll poem

Hermes, scorched by the sun, where everything is seen
Strength paired with the kindness of green
Love projected from the highest angle.
A bull runs from there: a world begins.

The voyage descends into aquatic depths.
The battle, secret, demands an apnea leap.
Art must emerge dry and well-cured.

A declaration of independence pinned in the sand,
no flag required, as a mighty shaman of Nordic blood begins to play
a Mexican tune. 
Then, with a cactus held high, rock and roll begins:
alchemy from the arid into mortal electricity.

Immaculate rigor, Martian effort, good tequila.
To be precise, joy must be stronger than the rock. 

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