📚Reason📖
I sing because the instant exists
and my life is complete.
I'm not happy or sad:
I'm a poet.
Brother of elusive things,
I don't feel joy or torment.
I go through nights and days
in the wind.
If I collapse or build up,
whether I stay or fall apart,
- I do not know I do not know. I don't know if I stay
or step.
I know what song. And the song is everything.
It has eternal blood on its rhythmic wing.
And one day I know that I will be speechless:
- nothing more.
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