Do not take pity on me, Earthshine.
Give me your dark holy bread, your last piece of
bread...
A
memoryless, one-way dream.
Let
me wallow in this cesspit,
Further
below the mud and the larva...
Where
life is a green phantom
That
nobody has even seen.
From El ciervo (The Stag) 1958
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