Poesias,

[Eduardo]

Genesis for a Stalker,

A stalker,

she said she was.

Speechless and startled in the confines of an elevator,

in the absence of a witness,

to display Psycho- pathologic behavior was new

and very strange to hear.

Seemingly joking or not,

had to defuse this deep unconscious attachment.

Its length was unknown.

Time was not a luxury, and fear was never part of the equation.

Compassion was the needed response, from an Initiate.

At her statement,

invoking the guidance of intuition,

in response, she heard:

[Eduardo]

Pour Mademoiselle,

C.

Cinco a

[Eduardo]

On countless

occasions they met,

and ancient soul she was.

Finally discovered the keys.

Twice on Pleiades wings she climbed and plucked the star

[Eduardo]

Hojas,

que el tiempo y distancia

hab

[Eduardo]

Angel,

was her name.

[Eduardo]

You wrote

in a language of your own,

and shone.

Your soul spoke too,

and many heard it not.

Centuries of colonized social processes taking control,

oftentimes,

of processes so human, so natural to a child