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Is it the body or is it the mind?
Which is most in touch with slowing down?
As if a heavy sleep presses on my back
and suppresses the power of the day?
Is it unearthly and invisible?
I look for it and think about it and declare
that it is the blisters that leave the sun
and talk my summer into autumn, each time and uncomfortably again
Every living creature knows what I'm talking about
and yet I am surprised again by the gesture that seems to fit this time.
Eyelids feel heavy like ripe grapes recognising themselves in a vague gesture
Pull back, someone deep inside you calls out
You create an interplay
prescribed by a natural order whose powers are so powerful
that only listening reminds me of years gone by
The experiences acquired are the accumulation of wisdom
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