Outbreaks like babies from the mother tree
Bright, naked, tender, innocent
newly calved
What is the difference between the species?
Again and again replicates life
With the start unequivocal certainty
Every time for the first time
With the joy that creates a miracle
Outbreaks transfigured in children
They will know the pleasure of the wheel
Of the stations
Wearing different costumes every time
Small masters who show the world
The simple and profound
That clear and touchable
We can be born eons of time after the end
Ana
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