My better thoughts
All toghether, a flock of ewes
Revolted under the sun
And a different pasture
Haunted by questions
I do not recognize myself
A sweet smell of musk
Climb the mountains without stairs
Only anxieties collapse
old beliefs. Apostille
Zodiac signs which I
Am waving like a cloth
And the sand flow. Dawn
Suggesting me lively,
And hasten under shell
In spinning flax, shiver,
Good thoughts, bad thoughts,
Twisted by vortex
And hidden as a haulm,
Cleaned of sequelae
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Twisted by vortex wonderful meditative poem 10++