I know, I believe, only in You,
a share of tears,
unfathomable questions choked in the throat,
and smoke in the firmament.
Know this, understand this.
The path lies before us,
a name, a reason, a head,
write down its laws.
A half-revolution is worse than nothing,
where equality is absent,
there, peace is lost.
You, the teller of this tale,
ignite it with a spark.
Where the heart acknowledges its existence,
I present its wounded plea.
And forget, let go,
spend the day as before.
Look, if you dare, at another's peace,
then, again, my own.
A half-revolution is worse than nothing,
where equality is absent,
there, peace is lost.
Equality is your cherished desire,
your existence, your image.
What the heart desires, believe this,
is a musk of resistance.
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