To divide the absolute
I have broken my arms. No enlightened
thought grieves. I shut my eyes.
It was a majestic fall.
I am reading myself in dark to discover
my fire in the sands of time.
I will start a new life,
cutting one by one, all the masks to
see the stigmas of the moon, who smiles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I will start a new life, cutting one by one, all the masks.....the poet's state of the art expression is commendable!