When we get out of
the glass bottles of ego
when we escape
the squirrel cage of personality
and get into the forests again,
shiver with cold and fright
things will happen so that we do not know ourselves
Hot, unifying life will rush in
passion makes bodies taut with power
we shall stamp feet with new power
old things will fall down
we shall laugh
will curl up like burnt paper.
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