To dig, to quarry, saying to write

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To dig, to quarry, saying to write
As someone digging a well, thus to interpret
the
(I'm waiting) ---
Syllables which were born at dawn
Syllables which were born at dawn
---
Mother, do give/dictate a poem to me
My Lord, do give/dictate a poem to me
Father, do give/dictate a poem to me

The mirror of dawn splits in two ---
I embrace Rebekah
Part of me is not with me

Wild fear of dying, sleeping, and then
The race of brakes to ---
Hello, hello,
I paint for you
The closed circles of my soul
I like it, the atmospheric music,
Music of silence
Syllables born at dawn to
By purity and dream, the pain is left behind

I like it ---
Advancing towards a spiritual womb, I like this moment
I draw myself out, kneel down and learn
The positions of addressing and attachment