In whose space
have I gained those mystical eyes
that dwarf my reason
with a silent cry
It was there, before
I took birth
inside my mother's womb
floating an ocean space
In whose measure
have I lost my innocence
that grow old age by age
with a brittle form
It was there, before
I ran to quietness
long after the leaves
bequeathed my crumpled time
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