Tell me once in the upper chest in the coarse blue blanket
land where everything exists and
perishes
coexist in a war of each generated by life. Tell
time beyond the horizon beyond it
knowledge
without name and form but present since the creation
facets of your own face. Tell me again
Is there something beyond yesterday? Perhaps
hope that emerges in my being, who wants to express
in everything you have and future. Tell me again
only ask that because your eyes are the portals
of my salvation and existence, are the very door
my own creation.
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