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I am:
the son of a nocturnal crystal;
the roof of the celestial planets;
the starry smile of the emptiness.
I am the twisted encounter
of the missing ones;
the navigated invasion of the elements;
the uninformed metamorphosis of metal.
I am the water,
the permanency of jasper,
and the obstinate movement of apple wine.
I am the eardrum of the thunderbolt
that calms down with the rain;
I am the insurrection of a discourse without end
and all of that which does not conclude. |