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A writing that withstands bad weather,
that can be read beneath sun or rain,
beneath howling or night,
beneath the nakedness of time.

A writing that withstands the infinite,
cracks that spread like pollen,
reading without the gods' pity,
the desert's illiterate reading.

A writing that resists
absolute bad weather.
A writing than can be read
even in death.
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