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And yet, sand still falls from my hand

even though time has proven

to be an ancient fire

and only smoke remains

One by one I untie the knots

for name still imprisons me

and crashes onto broken glances

in which earth dreams no longer

Nor does the sea

Nor the stone

This maddening mist

this burning haste

that opens my disembodied hands

So much weariness

So much silence

So infamous the path

Alas, reached the shores of time

Under empty skies

in vacuous abysses

I found no hand to hold on to

and even though I embrace the fall

this path is but a sphere

on whose horizon despairs

There is no tide to drown

no embers of compassion

Just a low noise

hostile and animal

of the stars surrounding me

And their hunting trail of consciousness

who weaved this cell of mine

Perpetual and majestic

An inconceivable cage

In which meaning is harvested

and heart tamed

as I walk on black ice

which hides devastation