
I met you a long time ago
It was already so, from the first day
The space swivelled accelerating
The enormous masses were born in an instant
The gaping sun, the shadowy friends lavished
How many years now?
Since then I have shortened my days
I have dispersed the time of the origin
The elongated shadows occupied my night
I still let the mists graze the future with my back turned
What I have read heard seen merge, move away a little more
I was indifferent to catastrophes, I smiled at nothing
I drew portraits of the smell of corridors without a door
You did tear off my second skin under a transparent hood
To see the multitude faces of me
Asking:
Be the holder of wings
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