A peacock rests alone in the vitreous valley With an innocent pose like it does not know On its featheres ventaglia thousands of eyes Empty since the end of oracles Clouds create a hollow pillow For sleepy heads to rest By denying to submit to the whims Of their unstable paterns, I glide above them all Heaven below Light as a thought, dropping the weight of milleniums How far can one reach The answer depends on who this one is How far can one extend As far as his limits go... Heaven below
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