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I’m talking to a blank wall
in this place
there was a window
the staircase hides in the dark
this ladder is going nowhere
it is a ladder without steps and a destination
another wall will rise here
my thoughts climbed this spiral staircase
or they spilled over between the bars of the window
the amazing dreaming soul
look for the sky between worlds
not even apprehension stops him
nor the spells of agony
he liberated himself
from all doubts
a beam of light rises out
I gather the rays of hope
the darkness around me lights up
people walk haughtily over the mountains
and look for mystical paths under the foot of the mountain
my thought weeps like a blind stalactite
in the cave between the worlds
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