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The texts are just as cryptic, one and the other, perhaps for different reasons or perhaps just for the same: words—the attempt to put into words the complex abstractions of matter entangled in the everyday, or the relation between life and the problem of explaining it; or rather perhaps the fact that the haunting of indeterminacy is always part of the problem no matter the attempt of logic, reason, science, expertise, and ‘splaining of any sort to appease it. Both texts speak at the level of particles, at the minuscule scale of the atomic structure that makes up the everyday of space and all day of time of now, tomorrow and whatever day. But the point is not to do a judgement of one or the other, to measure the encryption and excretion, excommunication, level of exacerbation, excortication, expropriation or exteriorization of one and the other, rather, to diffract one through the other to process one and the other, literally, perhaps, 1 become other, not as arbitrary, nor metaphysical, cynical, cryptanalytical, superphysical, hierarchical, diagnostical, critical nor academically but as appropriate and through appropriation, in the way one becomes both verb and adjective. Perhaps it is all that is in between the way 1 becomes other than one through both acting and qualifying, whether that is quantically or quantumly or questioningly. Perhaps in the end it is the adverb that I want to put into words as a complex abstraction of this here and now. The adverb, as the one that modifies differently actions.

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I
Siempre sucede cuando llego al espejo
que alguien ya se adelantó.
Esperé entre las sombras mientras todos dormían
y nuevamente otros ojos insomnes
me asaltaron.
Imposible burlar
tan asediante vigilancia
¿Qué hace Alicia para cruzar el muro?

II
Y el espejo fue ventana inmutable
cuando nadie se asomaba.
Relámpago en suspenso,
amnésico profeta…
Como esperando un bostezo del tiempo.

III
Álgebra del espejo:
el espejo y yo
somos inversamente proporcionales,
para multiplicarme
tuve que dividirlo.

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No ha de ponerse un espejo
frente a otro.

No.

No debemos permitirle
el vértigo
de ser relámpago en suspenso
o frontera de un abismo sin rostro.

La nada y el infinito
en azarosa simetría.

No podemos poner
un espejo frente a otro
y dejarlos atrapados
en el eterno conjuro
de un palíndromo de espectros.

Luego la luz olvida
su sentido
y se corre el riesgo
de duplicar este universo
en su fuga de fotones
o de regresar al Origen
donde nacemos siendo viejos
y estas letras
desaparecen del papel.

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