Wait,
Before submitting yourself to the valleys of water,
wait and hunt yourself first,
follow the flow of your own streams.
Drink the droplets that synchronize the art of your skin.
Open your arms to you, and own yourself to the excatitude.
All these oceans, stars, eclipses, intimacies
and the spells of eras are then yours and solely yours.
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