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A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.

Czeslaw Milosz

Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?
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Change Color Conscious Consent Man Primary Sleep
The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Difficult Oneself Person Poetry Purpose Reminder
Do not feel safe. The poet remembers. You can kill one, but another is born. The words are written down, the deed, the date.
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Date Death Feeling Poet Remember Safety Writing Yourself
The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Environment Oneself Shame
Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
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God Growth Hero Hurt Transformation
Even if that is so, there will remain A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.
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Awakening Call Lips Protest Run Scream Word
A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles.
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Growth Hands Love Man Moon Weight
Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
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Believe Discover Human Learning Life Work
And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?
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Branch Each Other Follow Line World
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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Live Speak Story Talk Tribute
And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.
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Beyond Death Essence Forest Heaven Rise Run Sun Wait
Irony is the glory of slaves.
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Glory Irony One Liner Slave
I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don’t know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.
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Change Earth Memories Present Report Thinking
Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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Earth Forever Season Young
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Growth Small Truth Yourself

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