***
With resolute
step the sceptic walks
on these
blacker paths abreast of time
this dead
end without an end, he passes
his
horizon roaming aimlessly, in his bones
resound
trumpets in tremor and he falls
without
knowing it into the embrace
of
stone under the darkness of fir-trees
tranquil
night, abrupt silence.
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