The idiots know many things.
Let us beg of them the nectar
that God, in his image and likeness,
presses for us.
Let us hear from them the law
that encompasses all in sentences
perfect and complete.
Let us drink of them the sap
that sifts all thoughts
until they are cleansed of impurities.
Let us dance their thundering music
through the circles of circles,
amen.
Ramiro López-Canetti, Anthology of the Discarded, p. 16