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Somewhere in a forest

There a statue stands

Raised by me from words

Questions, requests keep it together

Painted black with curse and prayer

It has no face but smile

The half of my life beats in it

Now I'm your silent fool

And you know everything

The plinth is expectations, ropes and weights

Above them promises, pictures and tales

Pelting empty, used blethers

Strewed with glass splinters of confessions

Behind the sphere of true meanings

Where no one lies, no one promises

I live with you in a world without words

Rambling wild in the wood

Searching what is true

Then my years were a pile

I gave them all to the flame

And in the ashes I found words

I raised a statue, a new world

One monument for the agony

At the top as diamond shining the silence