Where I walk I see doors and it's not clear and it's not simple. Where I walk I see women and the women twist themselves along branches. A wall to the left, a wall to the right and moss everywhere, to make it even darker. Will I see the fountain where the water becomes ebony becomes boat, becomes oar and hurls itself? Will I see the fountain which becomes feather becomes eagle becomes space? Will I see mounted men gallop toward the mountain-top from where water gushes into the water which permits sight where I see an island where I walk where all the men and all the women together row towards the stars?
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