Without will, without knowing when it will be a new moon
a heavy snowfall a storm the arrest that follows the earthquake
then a flash unites the eyes and the heart with a rumble of thunder
the words move and time returns, energy returns, life returns
the empty morning returns
and women huddled in black shawls
came to demand clear choices
the old men were crouching against the walls
beware the children beware the dogs beware
morning empty bright full moves towards the evening the afternoon
sweet afternoon the night consoles, consoles the world that has thickened
crowded with presences shrunken, crowded with presence the emptiness is
is darkening the sound is enveloping and blocking
it is enveloping and blocking everyone hides where they can
and women squeezed into black shawls< br/>they came to demand clear choices
the old people were crouching against the walls
beware the children beware the dogs beware
Memories and footsteps of others that I trample on
on tiredness of centuries in alternating cadence
joy that ties together pain that nails
Lands beaten by winds blowing from the mountains
serene enchantment shining with sun and white
dense shaded leaden clouds
gray green of intense blue
Round eye-catcher.

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