Light bends Passing through colour Breaking itself To become more Not brighter Deeper Softer Heavier A bell sounds Somewhere far from time One note Still ringing Gold pools on the floor And stays Unmoving Certain Santo silencio Pulso escondido Una verdad lenta Que no explica The air hums With held intensity Edges dissolve Into warmth ] This is fullness Without pressure Intensity without edges A brightness that listens
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