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Don't break my arms!
Someone already has,
When rain was not water
But steam, and cry,
And liquid crystals of light.
Don't fear me!
Beyond the Holy Ghost
Of the mountain
I sing to you with arms
Not of my own.
The Rain drops heavy
Its ages of permanence.
It never stops
Embracing the stoned bodies
With mute perseverance,
Feeding the relentless time.
My face is your face!
My eyes are your eyes!
My soul is your soul!
My arms are replacing yours! 

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