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And yet there, on the other shore
under the black glance of the cave
suns in your eyes birds on your shoulders
you were there; you suffered
for the other struggle, love
the other dawn, reappearance
the other birth, resurrection;
and yet you were reborn
in the vast dilation of time
moment by moment like the resin
the stalactite, the stalagmite.
Manolis 