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New Era St.
One sharp noon
Alone
In the pace of imaginary darkness
No spirit of light
No sound of music
No law of nature
No slavery of temptation
No code of rules
No pain of misery
No phobia of everything
No tragedy of life
No force of gravity
No survival of species
No philosophy of man
No rivalry
No power mystery
No question of doubts
No future history
spotless
empty
void
no memory
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I would like to translate this poem
OH, self exiled, , , , , , vacumn.