Flying feather
Cuts across my drowsy driving.
White flying feather
Against Brasília's blue October sky
Disturbs the dryness
Fights life's forceful practical purposes
Flying feather
Deep cuts gray threads of dark thoughts
Carrying me to dreamy lands
Of subtle shades of brighter colors
White flying feather
Fierceful softness
Delicate violence
Holds the answer
to all the questions I'll never make
Flying feather
Defies the inert existence
of concreteness
Fluctuating knife
perforates the flesh
of my contradictions
of my contradictions
White flying feather
Floats across the windshield
Disappears in the cloudless vastitude
Takes with it the dreamy land
Leaves me the leaping
into the drowsiness
into the drowsiness
of my own abyss
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