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When I spin you in the carousel
of long cycles, you already know
how and with what times are dressed.
When I tell you the timeline of eclipses
as a stage play, you already know
which story is and how it ends.
When I paint sidereal lands with
the colours of its scents, you already
know what your lungs are breathing.
When I give you to drink the flavours
of the tides, you already know how to
cross from one moon to the other.
When I feed you the dance of the giants,
you already know which keys are being
played and how to rock your days.
When I announce what your streets will
see, you already know which ones
to cross so as not to fall prey.
When I whisper the potion of feelings,
you already know when it’s you and
when the effect from intoxication.
When I tell you it’s just the local
music, you already know how to
tune in or change the dial.
When I remind you none of this is you,
you already know what to dispose of
and dance with the music of your being.
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