There is a path
in what is called
the history of man
an only path
that I am
and I am
in accordance with I am
and there in lies rest
if I am not
in accordance with
I am
then I come to an end.
The more I am into being
I am
the more I know of I am
which can never
come to an end.
With the new born in her arms
the mother opened her eyes
and led it to her flowing breasts
as she did
she closed her eyes...
to the world besides.
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