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Midwinter Wedding

in few waves
gentle blossoms
on the peach-tree
beneath the old wall
under and over
the oblique sleep of
momentary kid
will suddenly
appear anew -
wax-look fain granting iciness
of the never light ground
compresses drops of memory
in new tears
as incorporeited souls
in an undeniable history
in which they
once and
for infinite times
come to search for absents
through their empty rooms:
indivisibles presences
whose absence belongs to each other -
same lot, irrevocable, identical doom -
like renascence of mother and son
so close and so far
as incorporations of
an indelible and
unrepeatable past of
an unseizable time
waiting for a sign
for another journey, destiny, sooth
as promises begun.