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Do not turn to the salt of memory
is a spectacle of what was
close that portal and turn to the light
exclaim in your psalm voice
God! open up like sesame
and in my palate gather yourself
The world swallows the innocent with its mouth
and the meek of heart
Make you mine
I seek you
not in vain words
I undo the house of fear
I give you almond trees that
descend like gunpowder from the green
like a funny game
if you ask me
I'll say an Our Father
I will lose my house and my belongings
everyone will say
the poetess has gone
to die of love