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 In a poem
before the words I always
hear silence, drink
at its very source
then everything words
the word get invented
I say: in a poem
before the words I always hear silence
and you answer: if some god exists
that’s where he is
I discover the exact slope
where light and shadow
begin and end
and silence pulsates
as the salt-belly sea
flutters as birdwing
slowly getting used to the sky
pulsates like wind earth life
and if there’s a god yes
that’s where he is.
Translated by Amïna Said and F. Kazich.
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