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These
are the charts on which overlapped shadows
are
floating as if through the moonlight,
the
signs, myths, legends make no sound:
alien
eyes, the night is searching for them everywhere –
other
seas, other rivers, other cities get marked
the
atmosphere swells, waters swell, skies swell
and
only the owl believes in death the charts are remade
and
the new meaning as a small mouse stays quiet on a stone;
the
call is missing, only the night that keeps its breath –
the
last game of the sky is disappearing, the proud creature
hits
the trees to get an answer: there are no remembrances any longer.
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