On the blade of your razor's rib
You are in me,
beyond appearances
where the dream is the eternal victory of one who is defeated.
Living is a vertigo
like walking barefoot on the blade of your razor
and feel under your feet, which gives
the thrill of walking barefoot on the grass.
A flight of a lifetime and never feeling
ready for takeoff.
Beatrice Niccolai
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