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The tombs will be my destiny
and without light my eyes will see.
The wind is my guide,
my soul and my constellation.
The ground will be my safeguard
and the worms will be my hunger.
The roots will be my nourishment,
the sky a shroud to my feet
And I don’t ponder, for I know
of the verses that would be.
The wind stops blowing.
And the verses that are written
cease to be written.
September 29, --14
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