The silence OF PAIN
In the mountain valleys and more distant
Lies the monastery of a secret order
Where reclusive monks
Lash themselves with sticks and blades
Men are all monks;
Are important but in disuse
Smother own pain
Surrounded by dark shadows
And terrible fears
Behold the man: the dress of its essence
The pains of body and soul
Are your learned rabbis
Teachers feeling more scathing.
When the wintry winds blow from the south
On nights of the soul jet
The muscles and joints of the body react
Faced with the overwhelming share of feelings.
On the night among the most unusual night
The dogs bark melodies of astonishment,
Listen to another song type,
Odorless sniff odors
Howling pains men silent
12 jul 2000
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