Invocation of Tezcatlipoca

O master, O our lord, the city is as a baby, a child. Perhaps it has heard, perhaps it has exhorted itself, perhaps of its own accord it has tugged at its flank, at its ear. Perhaps it has reflected as much. Perhaps of its own accord it has punished itself, castigated itself, perhaps itContinue reading “Invocation of Tezcatlipoca”