Crack of imminence in the heart.

while the foot of hope

dances its blue dance,

in love with its own shadow,

there is an expectant hymn

that cannot begin

as long as the dance has not finished

its cultivation of time.

It is a hymn backward,

an inverted imminence,

the last thread to tie the fountain

before its flow carries it away.

There are songs that sing,

there are others that are silent,

the deepest of all go backward

from the first letter to the last.



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