Rang the Gregorian chant
Around the people looked and
Stared vacant
A cluster of crickets
Unwanted by the Night
Burnt at the stake
Of thorny bushes
A boar with red restless breathing
Passed by
An ox had
Been on the assume trail
Since early dusk
Though red of dusk
Through
Fading of dusk
Then
Faded itself.
Pique was on the dusty roads
Between whom?
The stars and the moon?
Follow disruption of nights
Breaking of the panes of
Reference frames
IN an existential dimension
My friend
You suffer
You prayed
As a martyr
Suffering, burn
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