(Opera 58 Kurtz, Pacem you poscimus ) I wanted to write you
toys on bare ground
and dissolve in the ink of this scourge
Forgiveness
Why do a faith that consoles and
Eagle man challenges the tacit Night Sky
and vomiting
innocence now that the curtain of silence and the ashes
feral cries in the wind Cross Oblivion.
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