In and out of feverish dreams. |
Waking up sweating. |
Sitting up and putting my head in my hands. |
Filled with anxiety. |
The room is lucid. |
And yet I know what I must do, |
what has been bothering me and bothers me still. |
Well, there are more things to do... |
but they are fish compared to the killer whale. |
And as I see that the sun deteriorates |
if it doesn't end the day, |
I know I must let the sun set. |
And so I must be returned |
to the darkness from which I came. |
The sun rose, |
the sun is setting, |
and so I cast down my eyes... |
and await my darkness to come. |
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