You, whose mind was draining,
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Like a gray waterfall
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To the pastoral life of the first antiquity,
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Who listened to the numbers
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And obediently jumped
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Enchanted bastard
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In the rings of jealousy;
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And the snake of the captive dance and writhe,
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And rings, and whistling, and hissing
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Who was forced to become sharper and sharper
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Rosehips of the suns understand, like singing;
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Who is the skull, born of the father,
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Quietly drilled with a gimlet
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And arrogantly inserted into the well
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Dewy branch of the Milky Way,
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To go on a visit as a dandy;
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In whose skull, like a glass,
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There was a dewy branch of black skies,
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And the stars bring inspirational tributes
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To him, who permeated the forest at midnight.
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I am the bearer of the whole globe
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On the little finger of the right hand -
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My ring of unheard charms, -
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I say to you: You!
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You flared up in the darkness.
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So I scream scream after scream
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And on my stone cry
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Raven sacred and wild
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The crow will build a nest and children will grow up,
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And on the hand outstretched to the stars,
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The snail of centuries will crawl!
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Blessed is the dragonfly shattered by the storm,
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When she hides on the underside
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Woody leaf.
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Blessed is the globe when it shines
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On the little finger of my hand! |