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To clear the drifts of spring / of our forbears' excrements / and bury the subconscious archives / under unaffected flowers / Indeed -- our person is a covered entrance to infinity / choked with the tatters of tradition / Goddesses and Young Gods / caress the sanctity of Adolescence / in the shaft to the sun.