We will spin your tale then
As Maya, in
Endless cycles
Your baktuns will burn with eternity
Your glyph will have no form
Your date will have no number
Your stelae will have no root
Your story will have no end
We will sink enmeshed with your being
Into an endless cenote
Until we all emerge
Wrapped in divine light
Anointed with the
Infinite and sacred
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