The gall makes the pear tremble
do not distract me
feel the whistle
and the bell
avoiding
they shoot glances from above
I walk, in my hand
my furrows shine
just as the stars
march in file
to the source
order and chaos superior
-"as above
so below."
What is the exact moment
when the sun sets?
Those with eyes are not warned.
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Author:
Pari4 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: On the way to the tree of designs, don't distract me, don't be distracted!
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