In a sheath of light she appeared
Crossed the road
A small brown fox.
And again the next evening
Behind a bush fleetingly
And another time only her tail
Swept the darkness
And from then on
Her paws walking inside your eyes
Her warm furry body
Quivering between us.
Always passing never stationary.
"But who are you?" we asked
"I am" she said, "what is always in excess".
Tradução de John O'Kane.
Retirado daqui.
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