.
The wind and the thunder wasted my stare
by the labyrinth of the dumb tapirs, 700.000 years ago I found you
and was in Hell: yes that was the Hell.
Then a sublunar ray lit my dementia
did hit my eye like a drop of steel
and I was you; and you were those implaccable blizzards from Antarctica; and an icy tear for my soul.
Did you know that the rain erases the evil?
And washes all the wounds of your soul.
700. 000 years ago; at the shade of those pyramids of the man, maybe.
And those waters carried in itselves the arcane of the monuments and our distant megahertz' thoughts.
And I was the wound and the arrow in your eyes
That didn't see me anymore.
Towards a new beginning
maybe]
But where..?
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