Speaking In Tongues
Guided by Voices
Translated by Konstantin
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I was given a body -- what am I to do
With the gift so singular and mine too?
For the quiet joy to breathe and live,
Tell me, whom should my thanks I give?
Both the gardener and the flower I am,
In the world's dungeon not lonely I am.
Upon eternity's crystalline breadth
Have already fallen my warmth and breath.
Upon it a pattern will imprint itself,
Such that will correspond to a single self.
The dross shall settle and the moment be clear --
One cannot cross out a pattern so dear.