MAYBE, THE IMMACULACY
We may not recognize the immaculacy and may
Have known since childhood how to make my thought bloom,
(Nothing is more powerful than such a spring),
The creative thought and the thought making a new foundation,
The lonely, confidant thought not fiery and never asleep.
First the thought refusing my hereditary robustness was summoned,
Carefully designing a chlorotic being,
Like a white, thin ghost opening a wide way
Among copper-coloured bodies in slight perspiration,
This is what I wanted to be, and I was
Even more,
I was fresh, sad, innocent, and fatal,
Misunderstood and almost always strangely beautiful
(Sometime I fell into the amorphous state, the previous one,
But the power of the kingly thought quickly put me back on the throne).
Lately disaster had been summoned from the inside,
Nothing good rewarded me, neither was it auspicious for me,
In fact, I hated my thought, the ruler of my kingdom,
It was so self-willed,
(Once I got frightened by the perfect shine
Of my face in the mirror).
Although I loved my unhappiness,
All of it hopeless,…
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