An undignified thought is hurting me
as I see the petrified look
cold as a stepping-stone
the moments are dashing all over the body
faster and faster
from extinct stars descending into stairs
to lighten me
and all around me
I hear wings
wings of the birds of prey
I cannot see what needs to be seen
as the giant moment is already beside me
and with a last move
it steps into the truth and holds it under its foot
so I can’t see it
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