I persistently graze words
Day and night
First I seek them
Recognize them even among lizards
Who announce misfortune
And even though they are vainly
You want time and roads
And blue circles above the wellsprings of rapid rivers
You children of moonlight
I a lonely stalk
You memorized colors
You poets, which I am yet not
I the amorous Pan
Not knowing how to say wasteland on your language
Marked to sing I yearn for East
Where I could burn myself
And turn into a star
Like Quetzalcoatl
(If I could only sway
for a moment
not even music is necessary)
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