The secret facet of the diamond
The impossible truth
The intimacy of breath
The ink, congealed on the paper.
The presence of silence
At the moment of death
Strangers
To be lost in the torment of
An ancient word
I dreamt the wonderment of the sun
On the white stone
And the moon water enveloped in the night
On the window pane of time buzzes
A dragonfly
To become
The silence
The rest
The passage
The exile
The common shadow
The common misery
The erring
The thirst
The absolute
The desert of the soul
The source of joy
The bitter
The infinite
The grain of sand
The star
The words, celestial bodies
A perpetual interrogation beyond death
Absence of face
And as exile, the same word
And for journey the stare of the same
Water
And for luggage the love of the self-same fire.
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