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How you rise up from yesteryear, arriving, dazzled, pale student, at whose voice the dilated and fixed months still beg for consolation.
Their eyes struggled like rowers in the dead infinity with hope of sleep and substance of beings emerging from the sea.
From the distance where the smell of the earth is different and the twilight comes weeping in the shape of dark poppies.
At the height of motionless days the insensible diurnal youth was falling asleep in your ray of light as if fixed upon a sword.
Meanwhile there grows in the shadow of the long passage through oblivion the flower of solitude, moist, extensive, like the earth in a long winter.