With inspiration from the traditional way of opening candomblé ceremonies, I'm starting Macaw with a poem about Exu, trickster orixá of communications, crossroads, and possibilities, and distributor of the axé life force.
thrEXUold
dance
on a dime
spin
on the line
dip skinny
slip on the lip of
the slippery interstices
emerge, axé
the black cock
weathervane
when the wind is southerly
or is it north northwest
spins—heads
twists—tails
a heart a fist
an acorn an arrow
spurting syntheses
neither man nor woman
neither day nor night
neither in nor out
neither black nor white
but rather
everything on the contrary
and everything
in
between
Laroiê!
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