Must stretch slow and harmonically
muscle by remembrance
tendon by tendon
Leaving there where one is coming back
what one have been, and be this,
whatever one has to be, calmly
I am told of cases of who
standind up quicly, carelessly
finds over the bed
some jewels, scales
feathers of the bird this person was
a cutlass, golden fleeces...
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