I dreamt that Destiny was talking
to me
at the foot of my bed, a giant whispering in my ear
And through the deep tunnels of his labyrinth
his hoarse voice, weakened by distance, spoke:
From here on in, Ralve, now that you have reached forty
you will see that the only one who evades the Unpredictables,
my constant brother, Time,
is a motherfucker |
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