Stable stream
Who consists of precious night
Which despite its darkened coldness
Reappears with proper sight.
Winds are brushing waving oceans.
Worlds beneath it calmly dream.
Touching comes through slower motion
To ensure the stable stream.
In a deep anticipation
Here I lay inside a shell.
Fewer steps to reach salvation,
Lives beyond to make it swell.
2010.10.18
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