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The Door
I wonder when I'll find true word to introduce To loosing of the Shade at every starting point - My prereflective self in Joke for choice and deus - Just coming to the flesh of Reason for Its body, Knocking the door just to fulfil the task To leave my whisper, smiles in the wrinkles Both to the stream where the false direction is apart: Apart of waves and wind and warmth apart of blizzard...