During dinner, he got up from the table
and I went out. The moon shone
wintry, and the shadow of a bush,
overcoming curls fence,
so clearly blackened snow,
as they put down roots here.
Palpitation, not a soul around.
So great is the desire of all
living overcome boundaries,
spread high and wide,
what, one has only to look out the luminary,
what neither is, and at the same moment
vicinity become prey
not ourselves, but our aspirations.
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