Spin the time   
 from ball to ball   
 gather the scattered elements.
    
 Finely hatch   
 in the narcissus meadow.     
 
 in weightlessness   
 reach out to the incessant sound of the torrent.      

 With a flick of the tongue   
 pact with the cows.   
    
 Spin the time   
 weave to measure   
 the explosion   
 with a flurry of words   
 on the back of the soul in remembrance.   
   
 Walk in broad daylight   
 to be ray of light   
 step over the creek    
 make the road   
 clap your hands   
 get ready.    

 
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