I believed in you
The rise without words
Little lost cells
Neither silk nor satin
For worship in summer.

Involutional wisdom
Of the soul escaping in smoke
With time passing
And delivers deep gashes
In the shadow of the path.

Sitting against the mound
To caress the dry herbs
Pure awakening to infinity
Placed wine and fruit on my funeral bed
Delivered to the clouds as much as to earthworms.

I was walking up there
On the summits
And my gaze on the horizon
To the abyss
Pamper the impermanence of things.

I can only tame the fence posts
Become ghosts
Although I am forbidden
To have friends
Me the solitary walker.

Mauve offering
In immaculate blue
The walk was endless
Exhausting even
While the promised peak was already in sight.

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