Woman lived immortally
and the human-being in the glory of maturity
became a drop
and the plan of birth
spilled on the road.
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Man died lovingly
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So graceful
so graceful
is woman's figure
with the curve of pregnancy
immortally
and every breath
hanging
on the cords of larynx
interpreted man's reflections,
and words were born.
" In the beginning was the word ," it is said.
And this is the secret
of the immortal connection of man to words.
I have seen the human larynx
work miracles
the moment man cries out,
his cry promising
the song of liberty-
It is a miracle
and the miracle
is the proof of existence.
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behind the door
cries a newborn-
this
is a cry familiar.
the walls rush in passions
to respond to feast of doors,
the walls
replete with the eloquence of
numbers.
