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I played the harp

In a pigsty

Thinking if I played for long enough they might

Turn away

From their feed

So that I could steal a handful of their beans

Sleeping on

A pile of hayseed

I will sink until I’m underneath the floor;

And like Job

Said to his Lord:

«You will look for me but I will be no more.»

I have knocked

With friendly face

On the door that keeps the world in its place;

When no one came

I realized

That I was knocking on the front door of my house

So this is my

Quiet ascension;

I’m not one for tearing schisms in the sky:

A little meat

A little bread

And my parents holding candles by my bed

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