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Kiss the Eyes of Peace

Kiss the eyes of Peace, may it stream down
upon the trees. The sun shines and no longer roars
so intolerably. The soul again hopes to sense its
ribs, the sap. The cold has done me good. If the wind
blows, and I walk and watch the cars, life
brings me back to itself. It would be terrible
not to recognize anyone at the departure.
They'd be too far to touch or
be felt. In pitch darkness I would not hold the memory
of love. A crust of ice forms on molten lava.
In time I might again be able to slide off. Walk
these roads of dust. Shake the jacket off, if
it's dusty. There has been too much honey and grace, that's
all. Too many blessings break a man apart.

Translated by Mia Dintinjana