I feel symptoms as I…

I feel pieces of myself I don’t recognize,

I see crumbs of the broken bread

And the lost pennies between the alleys.

I drifted away from everything and from myself,

Until I found in the lost memory

The sensation of the first touch,

The harmony of the same kiss.

It behooves me to look at the memories,

It behooves me to feel the contempt,

For in the melancholy of the fog

Comes the blurred figure that clouds the mirror.

I’m returning uncertain,

I’m walking open,

And I will always encounter myself,

In valleys, in seas, and in stumbles.

I don’t blame the heavens or hells

For my mistakes.

I don’t lay on the gods the burden

Of the hot ember, nor the

Abuses of living my way.

For I saw God die for man

And be reborn as a crab.

I saw God reborn within Man

And attain all divine attributes

That need neither servants nor tenants.

I was mad among the sane, and I was sane

Among those lost in the world’s uncertainty.

I extended my hand to the fallen, and as I lifted him

From the ground, I also lifted myself.

But it behooves me to look at the world

And weep for myself and for all,

Even if my tears dry up and

I die of thirst before a well of

Living Water that vitalizes your body and dispels your fears.

I lack a grain to be,

I feel symptoms of the end of my being… And if today

It should be so? And if it must happen?

Learn from me if you wish to cease to be,

For it’s easy to depart; difficult is to stay

And endure everything without knowing why.

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