Quiet dazzling under the starry mist
beyond the pallid shore. This life
ends today, there will be no more.
The devil swings a dull hook over the
heads of the gods. In the luminous
mist we must all lightly trod.
In the fog of being, you cavort with
invisible women in the early morn.
The demon came, an evil wind
blew and finally you were born.
In the twilight of the evening
translucent against the sea.
The lost man came, found the
right road and rescued me.
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