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ANNUAL CYCLE OF WALKING

I breathe in slowly - a solemn power.
I breathe in slowly - an uprooted home.
The Forgotten Land tore apart my dreaming.
The most difficult koan is this one, the unuttered.

I stopped by chance, forefather Job,
and sat to watch the solitude:
salty instants pinned on seashells -
only the Sky can contain this heated foam.
I will knit you a robe of seaweed and sand.
You know. It is cold, forefather Job.

There are nights when I dream that I am pacing.
There are pacings when I think I am blood.
And so proud and vain and strong that naked,
I abandon the Night and depart.

And you, Love, that stab me
in the ribs of the clouds,
tell me, where does this Road lose you,
where do you stand to welcome the shines
that come to wake up
those who do not remember
and cannot forget?

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Contents:

Jacob The Challenger
It Becomes Obvious
You Turn Away From The Window
The Starry Centaur
Passers-By

From The Grey Angel (Nea):
The Grey Angel (1/2)
Salt and Death (1/2/3)
Grass (1/2)

Annual Cycle of Walking (Deogae)
Narcissus' Wasteland (Deogae)
Excavation Of The Sea (Deogae)
New Home (The Beast And The Limpid)