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IS EVERYTHING then loss
blind calling
in the void
and searches the word in vain
the lost letters
the road
the erased track
the present
the lost past?
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PRAYER
Now, that the night falls
closing the eyes
from the day
and from heaven stores away
the tender blue
grant me, star
which from the night
lights up the blind eye
more lucidity
more sight.
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DESPAIR DOESN’T bear fruit
nor dream nor other life
but what is useless
and of no avail
like the night
born blind
sees nothing but
what the moon’s eye offers
sometimes vague
sometimes bright.
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CATHARSIS
The mirroring ought
to be unmirrored
the word reworded.
Depart from the road
as far as the boundary
of stillness
where less is more
and the word, as truth
finds shelter, once again.
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BUT human kind being restless
and ignorant, seek in vain
the well
and the bed
to where all the waters flow
and the sand.
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REVERSIBLE is everything
but where lies the verge
who knows about the reversal
the darkening
the night?
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THEN FELL for days a darkness
in which he tried in vain
to perceive
an image
a face
time.
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NIGHT
black eye.
Night
trembling eye
in colder cold.
Night.
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