Leave this door to the vestibule open
Behind you – let’s fly up higher! . . .
There, where Nobody is, lingers a Person:
– Divided all, yet whole! . . .
There, a million eyelashes, though under one tear,
Myriad hearts, sobbing: “Where art Thou?”
– There, two feet, pierced by nails –
Fleeing – from the planet . . .
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There, a million of my words – there, fly also these.