days lapse until the whole opens the chest
my face tends to ignore clouds
the whole revelation shapes my ignorance
the future founds again All-possible-Time
my future lips seldom burning more than now
change of faith
within love
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Zarathustra and Heraclitus: Always playing with camels and fire in the desert
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