The dance of the waters;
It blinds; I turned away
From its blinding; but its music!
Ah its music pierced me
Too strong a weapon
Too crystalline the union of
The pains, burning; the deft
Blowing of ancient breathing.
Carry
Out
The
Well
And
Drink
its
Coolness
To
your
Soul
Your
Emotions
Wait
Expectant
Cool
Too
Was
The
Coffee
At
The
Dawn
At
The
Café'
By
The
Beach
For
Poet-Seers
The dance of the waters;
It blinds; I turned away
From its blinding; but its music!
Ah its music pierced me
Too strong a weapon
Too crystalline the union of
The pains, burning; the deft
Blowing of ancient breathing.
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