A secret moon
climbs.
There was a sudden
drop of height.
All along you were
there, inside me―
to hold my tremors.
I will try to recall
a lost call from horizon.
The triangle breaks.
The born, an unborn,
and the maker perish.
Only the designer
will survive.
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'You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.'
from 'A moment of Happiness'
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