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Everything you do
begins with a silence
you can traverse
the distances
that keep you away
from the divine
but you look back
and the starting point
is blurred
I have been pilgrimage
traveled far,
but
in relation to what?
all is opinion
the poet is a collector
of fragments
the pieces of modernity
scattered mercilessly
over the ruins of decay
the theory emerges
the broken data
a human heart
halfway down the
spear
I threw to infinity
an attempt to coexist
with the rational
and the irrational
landscapes of words
not yet
conceived
I give you the stars
for the constellations
you’ll hang
over the lake
of your
core.
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