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I Live my Life in Rings that Wax (translation of a Rilke poem)
I live my life in rings that wax
and cast themselves across the things
I might not make the final track
but I intend to give it a spin
I orbit God, that primeval form,
go round and round thousands years long
and I don’t yet know: am I a falcon, a storm
or one grand song
and cast themselves across the things
I might not make the final track
but I intend to give it a spin
I orbit God, that primeval form,
go round and round thousands years long
and I don’t yet know: am I a falcon, a storm
or one grand song
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