THE HIDDEN MEANING OF THINGS
In the middle of Lupercalia feasts
I look for the hidden meaning of things
Gregorian chant I sing
In the morning
Asparagus I eat
Soping bread and hymns
The freezing January
On my window seal
And meanwhile it is memory
Of my sins
Nodding my vessel in the sea
Poor of me
in the middle of the storm
it is hard to live
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