Into the sweet unconsciousness
of the heavens
laying on the soil and dust
of the silent countryside
looked I
looked
at the white stars
the white stars
I always loved
I always feared
I also saw
my grave and tomb
in them.
A hummock coma
yet not coma
seizes me this night
above
the heavens
guard me.
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