look into the mirror of that dark sleep of mine
the enchanted circle of death-absorbing words
forget about that tricky form and let
infinity quiver in your starry hands
sow the sounds that love they are
what they are tomorrow
in the womb of slumbering waters I
remember
(full version now)
French version in '' Amour, French pieces , eaux ''
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Poetrylook into the mirror of that dark sleep of mine the enchanted circle of death-absorbing words sow the sounds that love they are what they are tomorrow in the womb of slumbering waters I remember
