First you should know that they have planets inside just as you do; rivers; acacia trees; windfall apples. They have remnants of the sea, permanence, pride. That man over there with the hipbone like a ladder, splayed out, of no good use, under his left arm is a red ember of votive work, he carries an invisible sword, something noble. And the woman who sells lottery tickets beside the Plaza Mayor is a ray opening, light is her oval instrument though she can’t see. You should guess it. Guess these two people are wild of heart, lost and found. The soul is a crystal inside a crystal, a thing of carbon, and the electricity comes from a river as yet unnamed.

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