A single teacher abandons the wastelands,
The lectures are to be found in the relics;
A study is bound to occur in the tropics,
While the concentration is poor in the desert.
A scientist wins his or her disaster, like a foot
And leg in a sand pit, then solemnly recovered.
The lecture has begun, the words have been
Run, a paragraph is written then punishment
Is damned, so writing will win its methods.
A single daughter finds peace in what is peace,
The desert is hotter than the sun at night,
The moon is cold in its aspects and face.
One has written his journal, like a flower in
True bloom, leaving the bed in a hesitant
Voice, the voice that empties its sin.
The religion of asking men is the man attired
In young clothes, in shrouds of such poverty,
That solutions are entered by the swearing sea.
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