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Iâ€™m building my sonnet on peaks, a fortress
With rhymes like crenels and any verse like wall.
For you, hermetic prince, as within endlessness,
To lock you into, pure, got out from the timeâ€™s claw.
Wicked, the worldâ€™s sea will send its angry thunder,
With packs of envy, strife, and ugly hatred,
They will not budge a jot from its proud armor,
Helpless, they will not waste the mighty secret.
Hence forward we donâ€™t care what will happen...
Enchaining the oblivion and shackling its flight,
With the eternityâ€™s in bloom laurels on temple,
We will face out the past that future it incites:
Within my heart are hidden the immortalityâ€™s symbols,
Iâ€™ll write them with the carats of love in golden ingots.
Winter solstice, 1954
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