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SaveA man pastes honey on his eyelids
before going to bed
to dream ants and spiders.
In the morning his eyes weave
webs of silver and gold,
his mind stretches wings.
Each evening flying
with the birds his mind enters
itself in a golden cage lit
by honey lamps.
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