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Determination of the snail

There is blood and tears, 

and ringing in the ears,

billboards collapsing 

desperately clinging to the sky.

The weary traveler,

the sun dying of old age,

the rusted cage 

The side of the road

where two crows fight over

the moonlight.

The flowers that are rain

The flowers that are light

The flowers that are moon

The bent spoon,

The spilled milk, 

the broken grail,

The stained silk

The garden infested with slugs,

the drunken amethyst covered in mud.

In the midst of all this commotion 

The little snail

remains in motion, 

a little at a time.

His determination shines

in the galaxy if slime

he leaves behind.

 

Cry for help out of the darkness! 

But the gods offer no light

only coal for you to start a fire.

The flame is in your heart.

Resilience!

Sweat out all the blue in your muscles, weary snail.

Your magic is slow 

and persistent.

Your sorrow is miraculous and profound.

 

The bells ring in the fire of the bird’s song, 

the dawn

is a painting

on heaven\'s door.