Seven Ages, The

In my first dream the world appeared

the salt, the bitter, the forbidden, the sweet

In my next to the first I descended

I was human, I couldn't just diocese a thing

beast that I am

I had to touch, to contain it

I hid in the copses

I worked in the fields until the fields were bare

time

that will at no time come again

the dry wheat bourn caskets

of figs and olives

I plane loved a few times in my disgusting human way

and like everyone I called that accomplishment

erotic freedom,

absurd as it appear to bes

The wheat gathered and stored, the last

fruit dried: time

that is hoarded, that is not ever used,

does it also end?

In my first dream the world appeared

the sweet, the forbidden

but there was no garden, sole

raw elements

I was human:

I had to beg to fall

the salt, the bitter, the demanding, the preemptive

And like everyone I took, I was taken

I dreamed

I was betrayed:

Earth was given to me in a dream

In a dream I owned it

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