Zywa
Tongs and knives
Content with each step
that overcomes the tongs
of don't and the knives of do
move, I walk
more and more outside
the lines of society
in my own circlet
There's danger tinkling
in my long breath
of slowly living
step by step
I pour more and more
honey in the tea
but I refuse to flee
in the powdery snow of the night
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