At the fallout of a dream
 without the bell ringing
 I wake up
 and join the alabaster man
 with the long winged tongue
 isolating from each other
 the old man of knowledge
 of the old man of wisdom .

 From viewpoints ,
 ice crystals
 freeze the night of the lost
 for ,
 revealed forms
 organize shadow dance
 along the edges of oblivion .

 And came
 the strong whistle
 of a burning meteorite
 en sa chute spring 
 for allow
 at the clapper of the night of solitudes
 to free the day to be yourself  .


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