(excerpt)

And I discovered something,

amid the buzz and clatter

of the world, which I grasped

and which had kept me over

the wrath of the people.

It wasn’t work of any feather

nor a hand’s waving sign

nor was it a castle or any peak

stairway is one and climbing

is another since the heights

existed elsewhere and it was

like the unclear waking-up

from a golden dream that

had never stepped on earth

and had its source far away

spreading further and rising

turning into a newborn ghost

like ether amid the ether

thus, I existed on a feather’s

lightness and height among

the exceptional a special

all my youth and my old age

exceptionally matching with

all seeds and uteri.

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