I’m out
but I see the bright flame
through the crack in my mind
help me push all around
to feel the heat under my hand
I grow to know
But now I am weak
I see the succession of doors
and the eye around the world
and now the first door is ajar
hurry help me push
And oh what I know
I know death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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