O, answer me,
thou foe of life.
For, i feel not, gust
of heaven between
my earths, but
green waters cascading
this incarnadine heart
which sonnets itself
against the sea of life.
I will eat your breath
of life to incise
and burn the corpse
of sadness you hold
in my absence.
O, answer me!
Thou foe of life.
Your love, an unending
inflammation in my heart.
Your poverty is darling
to me.
Heaven has it earth,
and i have your breath,
and between our nereid
death lost his stregth.
God father, is a foe
appeasing littles rascals
of the devil.
Absurdity is nonsense,
so, why did you
come here thou foe
of life?
Your love is holism.
Death is freedom,
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