What are these fingers
that dance like a dervish
on Time's piano?
What are these fissures
that drink life in?
What are lips
when they kiss whistles?
What is the infinity
secured in skin?
What am I,
seduced by a god
and reduced to a god?
What are you,
seasons virgin?
What is the source
and its force?
What is joy,
or chagrin?
What is a vale
that echoes in vain?
What are brooks
that purge beings of sin?
What is it to last
lest lust is lost?
What are endings
that couldn't begin?
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