Comment 1 of 1, added on November 4th, 2012 at 7:11 AM.
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The grain and the basket:
What’s a girl without a boy but a basket of pain
Hanging at a mossy unpainted cellar ceiling;
And a boy without a girl but a wasted dry grain,
In arid trough of unploughed earth, further drying;
Glimmering eye shine wriggle in the black coffin
In her shyest strife to flow a ray from within
To the grain thirsty in despair in the trough laying
Yet, to the ray, clutch in a dream for the drop of rain
As southern wind with nibble clouds and stone blowing
The sharpest teeth and poignant claws above showing
The ray, in fear, eclipse and give in to the dazzling lightning
And in the basket solitude echo the moaning
As thunderstorm pour on the trough open therein
And engulf the grain in red mud while the sky is bleeding
And there sleeping the grain waiting for coming spring
And hangs the swinging basket to the mossy ceiling
And shadows shriek ancient songs from immortality,
And the grain enclose in the basket of morality.

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