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The Night in Presence of The Sun


This is the night in presence of the sun

the one that can devour darkness and spit out its remains

dead galactic bones which once breathed fire

where a human danced in orbit like a miniature star

swaying in ambulation through the empty space

created by the need for movement

and the need of others to move in unison

to continue the dance

to recover the dead from the dying

and the living from the disappeared

explode my little sun and shed your fear

let the beast in to untame you

and show you how to live and forget

and stagger through the big empty

in the last embrace

of an eternal cycle

and a being



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