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    Like a hunted, miserable animal lost in the great round forest, And can hardly find its way home, The sacred web of my memories and the finding of the One-False drives me on, Wild thorns tear my old-man's face, But the nymph-daughter of the seas I shall know sooner or later. We stand facing each other, face to sea, like two human star-tits, and she will be the one to place her swan-hand in my hand, and as I hold her white lily-fingers in my iron fur-palms, an electric, tingling magnetic current will pass through the secret All-connection of our immortal souls...

    We walk together, like the redeemed, to the little village, while the spirit of the great mountain slumbers like a volcanic cone silently behind us; only our hands are intertwined, like the amber of a wandering amber, ever closer. In the irises of her two superstitious eyes The wavering bliss and harmony melt Into a mischievous smile, and I see in her face That without words her golden heart of bells Beats with me and exists. And I never regretted when a hundred greedy, hungry men gazed after her with drooling eyes, for her treasure-soul was now a gift to me.

    She wanted to stay with me because I did not see her exotic beauty on a pedestal, not as a beautiful prey-prey - but rather as a pulsating, visceral radiance in the eternal whirl of the ineffable, slowing minutes.- So good and fertile was she, that in the slowed Time we were just the two of us, like Joy and Sorrow. And if I was often caught in a selfish, childish hurt He tenderly stroked the tangled locks of hair on my panting head Always urging me to rise from the nihil-pokla of yellow earths And go on.

    It would have been nice to stay forever on the little tropical island, where the people are perhaps much nicer and friendlier than here at home; there is no human evil and no human evil, and if after a long hike we were left dead tired by the heat of the day, the tired travellers were greeted with nectar cocktails made of coconuts and flowery needles. It was so nice to believe that I could be a little bit Human too...

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