my whole life,ever since I can remember.
I would concentrate,the peruses would be endless,
yet,I would not wreck a soul in the big blue marble.
Has the Universe got anything against me?
Against my eccentricity?My fortune?
It never ceases to distract me,
I never cease to get distracted.
It transforms into the sacred enchantress,
And the saint gets seduced,tempted,
Submits himself to a meager,yet otherworldly temptation,
With the penetrating ease of a gain,
that disappears,with the illusionist.
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