I know there is no endless bridge
and sooner or later you end up in the street again,
the culture of everybody consumes your ideas
but you must follow that single path
of personal choices, book treasures from travels
and simple acts; this patchwork is the live painting
of your personality, running across
the Eden of the unconscious with summer shoes,
so light and in divided orbits,
to read what comes next here
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