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Beautiful morning with no need of myths, sipping honey without blasphemy.
Beautiful Morning, this or some other morning, this life or some other invention, without any ghosts in the shadows.
The sand's dampness clings to my feet. I swallow the sea, which swallows me.
Seashells, curved thoughts, shades of complete bluelight over materialized forms.
Beautiful Passing body, blended into the whole body of the world.
An urge to sing, but so intense I hold my tongue, replete.