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always looking at
the mind is blinded
From distant hills
a grey but rainless sky stretches
to distant hills
(After Kafka)
laid down over ages
the strata of crisp-cut pages
-brand-new history book
Molten, the idol "I",
in the blue crucible
of the summer sky
in the stillness
between two waves of the sea -
vilamba sandbar
(first two lines from TS ELiot)
A subtle anniversary -
this soul has completed
an orbit of Self
-Jeronimus