Posted on 19 April 2010

Who is my love? Nobody, nobody.
My love is sand and powder, and so there is no justice.
Over the eastern cities rises that
Which in essence is another eastern city.
As when you rise above the ground
With the ancient tower, and round domes,
Only this and you’ll remember in the winter,
And how you lived before.
We could also be here,
Gradually, as the eastern cities.
You go beyond the edge of it, as if beyond the edge of Earth,
The space is scent and water.

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