56.YELLOW SELF-EXISTING WARRIOR

YELLOW SELF-EXISTING WARRIOR

In the bosom of a line On a petrified and absorbed blue You can see the ripping of the coins of the sky That no one will find a fall among the sands of fury; The night is of truce, that wake is the dream. the trap, the maneuver momentum in retreat Without sordid confidences.

. announces Clarity calling for withdrawal TO HIS whirlwind dancers As the leaves ripple free to the WIND To the glittering gravel between SNAKES TO THE CRABS between the swells The GOLDEN gosozo of dawn ALL THE GROANING? SAVING THE WORLD OF THE FAILURES.

THE SCEPTER IS WORTH WHEN ARE THE DICE MORE BATTLE Requests They are among this the seer Of the fleeting star And of the unapproachable heralds BETWEEN THE AFTERMARKS OF DEATH.