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Vainajala
shows the way to the temple
your skin to the smoky humid air
to the temples to the golden
your golden skin to the silver air
under the bridge the wild moon
flows in a silvery mirror
a wild like gold forehead
rains under a copper stream
in the sleep loops of the brain
in the maiden's forehead braids
to the silent ones
into the coal-black caverns
into the secret palace -
I fell and disappeared
and passed through the cold village
closed doors
and covered windows
silently gray road
past all living things
into that thin mist
that surrounds the
pasture lands
I forgot and so did
towards the white flower of destiny
which against the flow of the stream
so gently rises
what do you mean by these words
where do you want to take me
deep into the blue vein bridge
to the marriage room on the dead leg
in the sleep loops of the brain
in the forehead palms
you are the moon, that's what you are
what changes and diminishes
sets our waters in motion

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