Just another night, that's me
Lying on my left side
Pregnant with day
Dreams are stars, constellations, galaxies …
My entire body, the banal biography of earth
I turn over on my right and rise —
An eastern dawn
Unfurls,
Luminous as the flower
Of Padmanabha's navel
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