and I made my own way,

unfastened

felt myself a pure part

that fire,

pure wisdom

but from a street I was summoned,

my heart broke loose on the wind.

of someone who knows nothing,

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planets,

the winding night, the universe.

it came from, from winter or a river.

mystery,

palpitating plantations,

with arrows, fire and flowers,

of the abyss,

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the heavens

faint, without substance, pure

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abruptly from the others,

and suddenly I saw

and I wrote the first faint line,

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I dont know how or when,

words, nor silence,

from the branches of night,

among violent fires

had no way

void,

in search of me. I dont know, I dont know where

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I wheeled with the stars,

or returning alone,

there I was without a face

no they were not voices, they were not

with names,

fever or forgotten wings,

my eyes were 九_九_藏_書blind,

And I, infinitesimal being,

I did not know what to say, my mouth

likeness, image of

and something started in my soul,

deciphering

shadow perforated,

and it touched me.