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Become silent

There is a death poem for all of us


& feeling is except a whirl
There is the death of a poem for all of us
& the whirl is except feeling

The opening of the life blinks


Cunning and cold
It is stiller
The shadow
Becomes silent
Of the No-being

Let us look for the letter in the top of the Hill


We stamped Pages Y Souls
That bend in the air
There is Any Destiny
Besides the Being

Emerson Ehing

Passionata Record
2007

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