To discard wisdom
is wisdom
To discard sense
is sense
To fall flat on your face
is to stand upright
Where are you morning?
In the puddle
Where are you heading darkness?
I'm raining
Who keeps me above
the limit of endurance?
I'm breathing
Who pulls the nets
of resistance?
I do not have
Who breaks under
the weight of the wind?
I'm asleep
To crush light
is brightness
To discard the discarded
is a comeback
To give a smile back to life
post mortem is a miracle
infinitely larger than a bead of dew
grander than a grain of salt
calmer than the torch in your eyes
I live again
I love once more
I marvel all over
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