Now you must walk in circles,
How do you think along the way?
Some of us delay the journey,
Some of us talk deliriously,
Yet we all deliver praise to the mountain.
From it lava flows down, energy
Has been in display!
I can tell your name to the man outside the city
And then the sky tumbles with bricks
To form houses so gray with dust.
My journey is about to abhor you,
For you are looking at a disorder of spirits,
It must be space and light and diverse reactions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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