To access the mountain,
are you ready
to carry the rock?
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One-legged thought
had a solitary confinement.
Down’s syndrome frightens the catfish.
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Between the sun and moon
you come to transcend
the frescoes on the sky
for a lost chance.
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O my Master!
I am breaking rank,
with space and cosmos.
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The coal and blackened hands.
Zero was the cardinal sin.
After the lunar walk,
you flinch back in horror.
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Unstitched, you visit
my navel, without
warning. There were
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After the rains,
it was a full moon
in summer night.
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You had the numbers.
The reverse trends begins-
with uneasy and dark ambush.
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Seizing a chance in
a trice, in one dark September
night of apotheoses-
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Ethics of brands will find
out the anatomist,
who will rip apart the hope
from the bones.
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