A breath of air vanishes from me,
Imperiling the meeting of ways I have been;
The baby so schooled in politics
Is now irrepressible and naughty.
A contaminated skin has been devised
By the infant’s soul and flesh,
Division was never happiness for him.
Flesh was a noisy substance for this lad
Who empties his skin like a snake,
Vanishing skin is the cause of his disease
That grows and unites beyond the call of duty.
Air is the fuel my fellow finds and discovers
From the faults of the skin, from everlasting skin.
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