With all his knots
he found himself flying
above the landscape
He was a line who wanted to flow in curves
he was a thought that wanted to open up
to thoughtlessness
Then, a feeling in the middle of the body
turned into a mountain range
with trees
And emptiness
as it has always done
held its breath.
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