Enter my heart through the back door,
Opening my martyred soul like the rainbow;
It staggers and shifts according to showing advice,
This day my soul has reached an eternal joy.
The mathematics of the day shall never enter the souls,
When the soul dies the soul dies from too many points
In this round of dying.
Enter my heart with light to shine along the day,
It is the basis of baby and adult, of child and grownup.
The heart has elapsed and leapt a bridge,
The bridge collapses and dies like the rivers.
Then the river rises above the heavens,
This water rushes through the skies and watches us
Work and play with toys that break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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