on that glass
empty as it is
do not fill it with
mere air
pour all that you
have
from sighs to
leaping joys
and wriggling pains
and screams
and creeping
anticipations
leave it under
the sun
and let it stay
under the moon and stars
in the middle of the
night
drink it with some pieces
of dreams
savor life
rub your body to another body
tell you what
you shall see a glimpse
of the face of God
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