Over the clouds of the ancient sky
By those wounds that beautify
The Crowning of the epitaph
The screaming of that laugh
And the blue intensify the sea
In a way that absurdly
Creates a void in the breaching soul
A shipwreck in the eyehole
So I felt the inner sin
Trespassing like a violin
Trough chords of closure
That floods and recapture
And ear the silent song
Sung by a swan
In the infinite of the moon
In that single afternoon
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