Barefoot, the mirrors urge along
The misguided path of nations'throng,
A quiet fire delineates the bound
Of endless lassitude in sorrow's sound.
Ascend into the self's swift flight,
Annul the highest life's pure light,
Weaving the language of the steep
In death's most flawless choice to keep.
When small, I watched the sky's vast dome,
Kneading the void,without a home,
And now that I milk the river's flow,
I praise my empty children,though.
In a sea of jobless, if I drown,
A wretched career I cast down,
As human life I yearn to see,
I offer vision's horse to thee.
Save essence with decapitation,
All that smells of politic's relation,
Seize the night's cubic domination,
Cancel the failed generation.
We wrestle with life's harlots base,
In columns of unseen moral grace,
Blind composers of the rain,
Fire-stricken fugitives of chain.
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