I come out of sleep only to return into dream
I am that pain which cannot see the world

The dreams that I dream in the night
Are bridges that I build across the days;
I am that note which could not become a song.

My language filled itself with pain
I am that range of mountains
Which has inflicted silence on its lips.

I am that last night whose stars
Breaking their slavery to darkness,
become my sentences,
run and merge themselves with the sun

Each day I rise on the peaks
of horizons of the mornings;
I am that circle of song
Which scatters scarlet light all round

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